Harold snorted in disgust as he watched one car tear around a corner so fast that it nearly slid right into woman and her son who were walking nearby...."Damn punks!" he snorted, and then continued on his way. Finally Harold made it through the parking lot, grumbling to himself that every month it seemed to be a longer and longer journey. He smiled faintly, knowing very well that he was no longer a young man. At 73 years old, he was slowing down more and more every year, and soon he knew... soon. Moving quickly to the buffet, he found a drawer full of expensive antique silver ware, which he quickly looted of it’s booty. Over the desk, a bill fold was emptied of all credit cards and two hundred dollars in cash. “Not bad for five minutes work,” he said half out loud, while getting ready to leave by the same way he had entered. All at once Vic was interrupted by the sudden flash of a light being turned on and the sound of a man’s voice! “Who’s there,” the man yelled?!? Frozen for a. She touched her clit and gasped a little. Oh how sensitive she was. He could see how turned on she was. He couldn't take it anymore than she could. So he lifted her up gently by the arms. High enough so that he could put his mouth on one of her breasts. Oh her soft pink nipple. Her giant soft breasts. So beautiful they were. He put one hand on the other grabbing it a little hard, hard enough that she let out a little moan. He let his teeth graze the other nipple, tugging it slightly. She moaned. "Yes, and we were so happy when you and Julia got along so well. It was good to see your happy faces." That was Kate's comment on her daughter's attitude while visiting the last time. I had so enjoyed seeing Julia in the house that weekend. Whenever we were out of sight of the older folks we would touch and caress each other. I missed that. It was several days later when Chester arrived. I remembered he was one year older than Julia. He was twenty-four years old and I was twenty-two. I happened.