He then placed his hands on her ass, spreading her, he began licking her ass. She felt a slight chill run up her spine, followed by a slight tingle. ...pitting on her ass, he rub his fingers around her tight hole, before slipping a finger in. She gasp in pleasure with slight pain. He fingered her ass as she began to relax and enjoy the feeling. He licked her ass, fingering her at the same time. He slipped another finger into her ass. She gasp again, and began to moan. Licking and fingering her. "I love the old ball and chain." Kids?" I asked."Three." That's nice. Kids are a great thing. They bring life into perspective. All those great plans you had for yourself when you were young, you'd gladly give them all up in exchange for having happy, healthy kids." That's the truth," he said."I bet you'd give anything to keep something from happening to Teddy, Lois and Jeffrey. Louise too for that matter."I said it as casually as I would mention it was getting dark outside.His head jerked in. Yet, again, I must not digress. As you are aware, I am still an attractive woman in spite of my sixty-two years. My greatest defense against aging is my mind. I keep my mind young by imagining myself as a young vixen in spite of the wrinkles at the edges of my eyes and skin losing it tautness around my neck. Your helper must have observed from my sexy short dress worn over a low-cut plunge bra that my full chest and voluptuous cleavage still attract wandering eyes. The mid-hip length shows. I don't mind a drink occasionally for those who are of age. I've certainly enjoyed a bottle of champagne with my lover. Even a shot of Triple Crown Bourbon. But let me tell you a fact of life. If your guy has to get drunk before he'll look deeply into your eyes and say 'I love you, ' it's not you he's talking to.Picture yourself ten years from now with a baby sucking your left nipple and a toddler pulling at your right leg when you hear that same voice from the TV room yelling, 'Beer, Betty!'.