It was clear to both that this had been a very welcome thing in their lives. Chuck tried to tell her he was sorry for shooting in her, but she wouldn'... let him, kissing him every time she could tell that was what he was trying to say."I wish I could stay here with you." he finally said, pulling his spent prick out of her pussy."I know" she whispered. "It's OK." She looked at his small and wrinkled penis. "I killed it." she said, joking."It will heal." he said smiling. "When it does..." Any. I leaned over to her face and kissed her. She raised herself up on her elbows. Her breasts pendulous and her hair a little mussed, she looked like a mid 1960's pinup. Softly she said once again, "I told you I'm not...normal?" With a hint of question, and a hint of fear. I assured her warmly without reservation. She put a hand on my neck and kissed me. As she rolled onto her back our lips locked in the sweetest kiss I'll ever know. All I could think of was her. And then I felt something I. No one is. No one is as successful, asbeautiful, as young, tall, rich, blonde, whatever, as they want to be.But however it was that you figure you ended up here, on in this porchin Hope Crossing in the state you're in, whether you believe God madeyou what you are, or your parents, or Nature, or your genes or justplain dumb bad luck, remember this: you aren't finished yet. There'sstill work to do. That's your job to do in this lifetime. To finishyourself."Grace paused a moment, gathering her. Most seniors probably often think about fucking their PAs but the replacement that Ella had found, Mrs Sharpe, was sharp in manner, wore conservative clothing, appeared to have no boobs and was aged fifty-seven. He had to smile when the first time he met Mrs Sharpe and had murmured to Ella, ‘Well done.’ But Mrs Sharpe fitted in well, was competent and possessed a legal executive advanced qualification and actually she was good to work with. But he really missed the repartee he had constantly.