’ I smiled the vacant smile I cultivated especially for drug-addled burn-outs who recognized me on the street. I played bass guitar in a band that i...ploded 20 years ago when the lead guitarist overdosed on some drug that was extracted from the semen of enraged cape buffalo (the man now lives on a game preserve in Canada where I understand he is quite happy and considering a shot at the summer Olympics if he can figure out how to get around the urinalysis test) and I still, on occasion, meet. "Enter," I said.The door opened a crack and Mercy peeked in and wished me pleasant dreams. She had on a loosely belted wine-colored satin bathrobe that revealed a discreet amount of cleavage and hinted at delicious curves lower down. Very well preserved for her age, she was.Could that be another sort of invitation? I thought not. Tonight wasn't about lust -- about seeking that particular kind of warmth and comfort -- much as I craved it. It was about respect and gratitude. I wished her a quiet. “Gawd that’s good,” she murmured.“No kidding,” I said in agreement.With a hand on each thigh, my thumbs massaged up the insides to the point where they met her gorgeous buttocks, that sexy horizontal crease. And, as I eased my palms out and squeezed up the sides of her ass, Sia’s but crack spread revealing a tightly closed rosebud. Her cleft flowered open, moisture, a small clit, small still maturing inner labia, and, oh God, the very small entrance to her vagina.Precum leaked, erection. Again, no sound of protest, no hand plucking at my own. I decided to push my luck, and put both my arms around her waist again before easing my hands down onto her behind, then bending my knees just enough—and she bent with me—to slip my hands under her dress, up the backs of her thighs and onto her behind again, now caressing it through the fabric of her cotton panties.I couldn't believe it. I knew she thought she shouldn't be letting me do any of these things, and yet she was doing nothing to.