I rang the bell and she came to the door wearing a tank top and jeans with 5" heels on, she looked wonderful. I hugged her and she kissed me and said...welcome to my new home. I told her how nice it was and how happy i was for her. She told me the best part was it was hers free and clear from her divorce settlement. Marilyn looked so good, in the tight shape fitting jeans and heels and the sleeveless top with a pushup Bra doing its best to stay under the top but was not. It was 1030 am and. He’d spotted the young woman in the airport terminal and had been about to speak to her when they’d started boarding the plane. He’d then been pleasantly surprised to find out that she was in the seat next to him. He’d have the entire ten hour flight to speak to her. She can’t even get past me unless I let her, he thought as the flight attendants went through the safety and emergency procedures. He exhaled and stretched his legs out in front of himself, reclining as much as he could in such. Resuming rifling through the chest’s contents, the old man gathered various mementos and keepsakes and laid them on the dust-coated attic floorboards according to how important they were to him. At the very bottom of the heavy box, rheumatic fingers scooped up a paper portfolio. Setting it on his knobby knees, the old man began to remember. From the beginning. ********************************* Bridget O’Brien was sitting in a bar in Arlington, Virginia. The calendar on the wall said 1989 – no. She declined for it and i gave her some dosa. She had some and spitted the remaining. I put on the light and went tp clean her face and just noticed that she had her food stains over her gown.My drunken brain worked out and i tried to clean the mess over her dress. By doing so i was caressing her boobs. They were thick, round and firm. I can’t control myself and pulled her gown till her hips and her pink panty was visible to my eyes. There was a small mount over her panty. I touched them.