I didn’t know what to do. Didn’t really know what I was thinking. My mind was in a whirl. Veronica broke the silence. “What are you thinking?”...I shook my head. “I’m not sure. I’m trying to understand what’s going on with you. Until recently, we hadn’t had sex or even talked about it for years and years. Then, out of the blue, you came on to me and gave me a handjob, just like in the old days, and you also confessed to me how you’d had a fear of getting pregnant again. That’s why you stopped. ..thanks''she kept rubbing my ass like it was normal as i plated pinball ''you good at that game''''thanks''''can i stay a bit with you and watch you play?''''yeah sure''she stayed behind and kept rubbing my little swimsuit bottom ass , until i was getting hard her hand starting to tease too close to my hole , sliding her and in my ass crack giving me weird feeling , i felt too weird and ran to the bathroom telling her i had to go nowi coudnt make it very far she caught me before the bathroom. Then where I went next I only saw in pornos. I turned around and slid under his legs. I viewed and checked out his ass. Not in total shape but pretty nice for a 52 year old male. Then I licked his taint which he squirmed and moaned from and then my tongue went up and brushed his ass. I took in the smell of his full musk and could feel him bend over. Then I realized I could feel him unbuttoning my pants and his fingers touched and squeezed the head of my penis. While I continued tonguing I. “I’ve seen your work ... and it’s breathtakingly beautiful.”John realised what she meant and he looked at her in surprise. “That’s not ... it isn’t the same thing,” he protested. “The girls aren’t living sculptures!”“I wasn’t talking about their physical appearance,” Faye said gently. “You’re able to take damaged, broken souls and help turn them into something quite wonderful.”He gaped at her, astonished by her words. Faye made no further comment and proceeded to wash him, her small slender.