”“How would that be possible?”“I would tell him.”“I don’t understand, Girl.”“He’d want us to be together. I know my husband, Tommy...”“Girl, I have to get some air. I can’t sit here anymore.”I clambered up and out the patio door, Girl in pursuit.“Cully, wait!”I sank into my lawn chair. Set my head between my knees.“Cully, are you okay? I’ll get you a cold cloth. Hold on, boy!”She came back with an ice pack.“No, stay bent over, I’ll hold it in place, Cully.”The pack felt great on the back of my. I suddenly knew that she wasn’t about to do any greasing of any holes. SMACK! Her hand came down on my panty-covered bottom. Crack! Her hand came down sharply again, this time on the other cheek. “Jenny, please stop! You don’t need to do this!” “I think I do. When I tell you do something, I expect you to do it without arguing or whining about it. Maybe if I heat up your pansy ass, you’ll learn to do what I say when I say and how I say.” I knew that pleading was useless, so I resigned. So I said her to meet in the evening as she was in the city.I picked her and came to my room. We ordered pizza and coke and started chatting. It was raining and I said to stay tonight here .She called her family and said she will be with her friend.We had dinner .By the time her daughter was asleep. I came to Sofa to watch TV and she joined me.Riya asked – You had crush in me right? To which I replied what do you mean by had – I have crush on you and no one loves you more than me. I was having. Her stomach is flat as flat could be for a woman at 53 which leads me to tell you she wears a set of hips which do not stop. And that leads me to tell you that her legs, her thighs are immaculate looking. They are to be honest. At 53, Gwen looked like she was in her mid 40’s I initially told myself. Plain and simple, she was an amazing looking woman for the age of 53. Our “relationship” didn’t start out of nowhere. It had grown, slowly, seeing as she is a very quiet, but not shy woman, who is.