We both walked outside by her BMW and there parked beside it was a verypink Beetle convertible with BECKY as the number-plate. Oh well it wasbetter th...n Cutie as a number-plate. It was not what my old self wouldhave chosen, but what the heck, I had wheels again.Anne kissed me on the cheek and said the care was for being a very goodgirl. Then she gave me the keys and the paperwork. I thanked her andkissed her back just like a girl would. Some of the staff were thereclapping and cheering."Take. "Well, our dinner was pretty short-lived, too.She didn't have to tell me to be a rock as she spun on her left foot and rammed her right into my gut. I sank into the ground, became one with it. I was a rock."Ow!" Whitney yelled in surprise. I came back with a flurry of punches and a roundhouse kick of my own that she blocked and then pressed her advantage. We knew that we were sparring and this wasn't a fight to disable our opponent but it was full contact anyway. I hate to admit it, but it felt. After a while Miranda sat up, wiping the back of her hand over her mouth and smirking at me."Did you like that?"I blushed and averted my eyes. Saying I liked it would have been a gross understatement. Then she began to undress in front of me, pulling her shirt up over her head and wriggling out of her shorts. She wasn't wearing any panties. She sat back against the edge of her bed and spread her legs wide, running her fingers over her own cunt. I stared at the pretty pink folds, mesmerized as. She’d married young, to a then handsome man called Peter and for a while they’d been happy together, love’s young dream. Years passed, they had children, the children grew up and moved away and with it went the love and desire from their relationship. It seemed as if overnight her husband had lost all virility, turning into an old man before her eyes. She was no spring chicken herself but she had always made the effort, tried to look good. But for what? Peter certainly wasn’t interested.