”“He might not want to come,” I said softly before looking up at the ceiling.“Put the call through,” I said as I turned the flow of water of....“Mark?” I heard Walter’s voice call out. “Are you really willing to talk to me?”“Why not? We were friends once, and I wouldn’t mind hearing a bit about how things are in the marines,” I said.“Oh they suck,” Walter said with a bit of a moan. “We were drilling up and down the halls until just three hours ago. Sergeant Griffith has made it clear he expects. Instead she asked me if I had time for lunch,so we could talk some more.I said, I have all day.We caught up ,her husband died about 5 years earlier and I was divorced again about 8 years earlier.I figure Carol to be about 70 to maybe 75 years old.As I looked at her I thought she still looks good for that age. She told me she always enjoyed our talks and that I was still a very handsome man.I got a little flustered and blurted out ,you've always been and still are a hot woman. I said ,I'm sorry. Our goal was to get past any inhibitions of theirs and make them comfortable talking about sex. Talking leads to doing, after all. The night came. We had arranged it to be casual. This was going to be just friends out drinking and dancing. Alison and Nick arrived at our house. I answered the door. Nick was Nick. A tiny bit goofy, but good looking, tall, and those lovely blue eyes. Alison was wearing a blue jean skirt and my heart skipped a beat thinking of pulling it up to see if she had. Getting Charlie to cross the room and invite Margaret to dance took more than a gentle nudge. He thought it was a trick. He didn't believe that she had something really juicy to tell him. "Look at her. She's practically begging you to come over there and dance with her," I said. That worked.I could see that Margaret was enjoying herself. The moment they took the dance floor she began describing how Paula had gotten me to finger her pussy on the ride home the week before. From the way Charlie.