..”Eli, Miranda told me what you said when we came back from Pecan Ridge. That meant so much to me, that you still thought of me even with all the o...her things you have going on around you. Since I came here for my granddaughter’s wedding and you asked me to stay, this has been the best part of my life in many a year. I love it here and I love the people we meet and I see the all the friends you’ve made. I love all my grandchildren and I love teaching them and being with them. They have taught. Our dinner arrived and in spite of all the groping going on, we ate ravenously. Carol kept looking over and smiling at me or blowing me kisses. It seemed uncharacteristic of my lady. Almost clingy... like she needed my OK... very unlike Carol.There was a lot of fore play going on of every variety, as I watched Carol gave Pete a deep french kiss and then another to Bob. Of course Betty and Patty and I had been busy doing the same between bites of food. A few people were watching us with great. She felt so quilty then but couldn’t turn away or close the door. It was too late to ignore the urges within her young body now. Her fingers down in the elastic of her panties and exploring the wet lips of her pussy. She listened to her mother coming and then the thing that sent her backwards.‘Sara, oh…my darling…. Fuck me harder lick me suck me…oh yess yessssss.’ Came from inside the hissing shower.Sara heard her own name and stumbled backwards. Karen opened the shower door and stepping out. I walked into the bar and saw her immediately. She had learned herlessons well. Sitting on a stool, her skirt had ridden up to show thelace tops of her shiny stockings. Her breasts strained against her satinblouse. I watched her for a while. She played with strands of her longblonde hair; twirling a French manicured nail through her tresses. Shepulled a mirror out of her purse and touched up her pouty lips. Iconsidered taking her home right then to fuck her, but I wanted to enjoythis. I.