For an oldie he was also in good shape too, the only real sign that he was in his late 50’s was his balding skull and the whitest hair that formed h...s sideburns. My lust for Roger started one hot sultry evening, he was busy trimming the beech hedges nearby and since it was so close and humid he had stripped down to his waist. As I said he was a big man with just a moderate thickening at the waist, I supposed working around the house and gardens helped him to keep fit. The sight of Roger’s upper. .. Well, as much as Oliver wished that he could remember what had happened before he'd woken up in the basement, he didn't want to think about the things that Frank had said down there. Bad things about his parents, and Oliver did not want to think bad things about his parents. But the way Frank had left... "Oliver..." His mother's voice was gentle, but it still made him jump when she took a seat beside him, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. "Why not come inside now... you must be hungry,. “I’m SO sorry! It’s not because of ME, is it?” I just nodded, washed away in the pleasurable sensation of her hand gliding over my swollen shaft. She smiled softly. “You can touch me if you want to. Don’t be shy.” I felt like a k** making his first trip to a candy store, but I didn’t want to just start pawing Rachel. She might think I was just like those other guys she talked about. Tentatively, I reached out, running my fingers over her soft breasts, lingering over her erect nipples.. She saw my surprised stares and giggled. “Took you long enough to notice.” I pouted. “Everything’s happening so fast. How is a poor little country girl like me supposed to take it in all at once?” I made a gesture of desperation, and Anne caught my hand in the air. She pulled it to her face and gave my palm a soft kiss. “Don’t you ever change, Bunnie.” Right at that moment, a blond woman in a black mini dress came to our table, the tell-tale huge money purse identifying her as a waitress, and.