Maybe it was a little young for her, but sowhat? She felt young today. There was a mirror in the front hallway. Elizabeth checked herhair. Blonde, tie... back in a ponytail, lightly streaked with white.She wished she’d thought to put on more makeup earlier. She was on theyoung side of forty and looked thirty-five, but maybe he wouldn’t likeher look. He liked Mary, and she was a couple years older, but hemight not want another fortysomething mother, no matter how much timeshe spent. The mother was quite a small woman, pixie like with short blonde hair and not to bad a figure with quite a nice pair of tits, from what I could gather from talking to her outside on occasions, though she never wore clothes to show off what she had. Suddenly there was a face at the window, It was the mother, she seemed to be straining to get a better view and she was saying. She worked from top, around one side, to the bottom, and to the other side. In repetitious style, Doris made circular patterns around the mounds that projected from her chest. I did the same.She suddenly stopped, and said "O.K. - your turn - what's next?!" I did not hesitate, and reached down to my dick. Standing, I adjusted the camera to zero in on my dick. I began to rub my hand up and down, across the top of my dick. Doris picked up the move, and also stood. After adjusting her camera, I got. ’ ‘Libby, we’ll deal with that in August, ok? The summer just started and who knows, maybe by the end of the summer you’ll be sick of me anyway!’ John hated confrontation, and wanted to just put the thought of going away to school out of his mind. ‘Today’s Friday, can we spend the weekend together?’ Libby rose from the table and seemed to glide across the floor to John. Her head went down on his shoulder and his arms went around her small shoulders, holding her close to him. John had never been.