Then she fell back into my arms and we made out again.I finally decide to enjoy my self and stop fighting my urges. I let my hands fall on her lower b...ck and squeezed her tighter. She dropped her head back when I started to kiss her neck and pull her hair. She then reached up and ran her hands through my short hair. I began to massage her big ass through the sheer stocking. Both my big hands looked and felt small on her large butt cheeks. I loved it as I could feel them get hotter from my. I'm just getting a tummy tuck and my breasts lifted... Oh, that feels so good, Bev!... While I'm at it I'm going to have implants put in..." I've always wanted them dear, but I never had it done since your father was such a fuddy-duddy about it..." Oh, nothing very excessive, just something that will look good in a bikini..." No, I'm not too old for a bikini, but if you think that, you're the one that's too old to wear one..." No, nothing like that. They make some very nice ones these days,. This line is secure and we can speak openly, within grounds." An old unpleasant voice from my sordid and very unsavory past politely hissed, like an overly loud whisper in a foggy graveyard and I knew in an instant that there was now a new very powerful and extremely unwelcome player in this game."There's probably nothing at all good about hearing from you again Norman. Besides, isn't my phone currently tapped?" I tersely replied. Just hearing his voice alone was enough to turn up my internal. Jennings lived across the street from me and I spent alot of time over there. I was like a son to them and they let me drink when I hit my teens. Jill Jennings was his wife and the one I said I wanted to have sex with. Bill Jennings was around 65 years old but Jill was just in her early 50's, blonde, nice large pointy tits, nice ass, cute face with brown eyes and freckles. "You and several other men." Jill said with a giggle. "She does get hit on alot." Bill added. A week went by and nothing.