I poured me a glass of wine and watched the news until I fell asleep. I stirred in my sleep as I felt myself becoming aroused. I was getting a tingli...g sensation shooting thru my body. I hadn't been touched since my husband's death 5 years ago. I rolled over onto my back still sleep and the feeling came back again. This time I opened my eyes. Even in the dark I knew it was Aaron. He was on his knees on the side of my bed, with his mouth on my nipple and his hand squeezing my pussy ever so. Her hands went to her skirt and she began to gather up the fabric. "All your life you've been dying for someone to know," I said to her. "You've needed to tell someone, you've prayed for someone to treat you like this. You've ached for it, Emma, haven't you?" Her skirt was gathered above her panties now, and my right hand made contact with her bare thigh, midway between knee and groin, smooth and warm as the summer sun. She closed her eyes. Her nostrils flared. "No," she said. "No." . With her perfect smile on her pinkish lips, she gave a positive nod. That was all I needed in the world. I placed my hands on her boobs slowly. It was heavenly. It was so soft. She closed her eyes and was enjoying the moment with her hands still on my dick.I began to give a slight press on her boobs. With each of mine, she arched her body front wanting for more. Understanding her need I placed both my hands on her boobs and gave a good press. I could see the pleasure she was having in her. They just moved in with George, Sara and me, but we don’t have room in our little Rockford house to keep them very long. It would be too difficult, what with Sara to look after also.” I replied without hesitating, “We have two spare rooms. We’re all family. Brenda and Marcia can stay here with us as long as they need to.” Norma took another gulp of the scotch, and as she did so she let her knees slide apart, pushing the robe open nearly to her nipples. “That is exactly what Francine told me you.