‘Soph, what are you doing?’ ‘I don’t – I can’t – I don’t know! I can’t fucking stop!’ Sophie takes off her shoes and goes to remov... her green shorts. I have her turn around first and bend over as she pushes her shorts down. Her ass is everything her shorts promised and then some – round and taught and completely tanned (nude beach? Tanning salon? No, a quick mental query shows she sunbathes naked at her friend’s summer house for that all over tan. Lucky friend.). A black thong follows the pile. He held me like this for a long time as we continued to kiss. For some reason, I asked him if he liked me with my hands behind me like I was handcuffed. I have no idea why I asked that. I had never been handcuffed except over twenty years ago when I was in college and was arrested for shoplifting. He smiled at me and said that I felt good against him like that. He asked if I would like to meet the next weekend and I again agreed. On my drive home, I thought about how I had felt with my arms. But it too was victim to the settling and sagging going on and a perceptible yet subtle gap was in the frame. As I heard Ilsa shampooing her hair, I took the opportunity to ever-so-slightly slide the door half and inch to see the shower reflected in the medicine cabinet mirror. I stepped around the corner and turned the kitchen light off so I wouldn't be discovered. As I returned I had to remark at the similarities between Ilsa and Kate. Ilsa was heavier set and with much fuller hips, but they. “If you’re going to butt in on his sales and take his commission we’re leaving.”“But --.”“No buts, we’re paying cash, now either get him back here or we’re leaving and you lose two sales.”He went bright red but turned to go and fetch the junior.“I don’t think anyone’s ever spoken to him like that before,” mum giggled.“Well fuck him and his snotty attitude,” I growled. “I hate smarmy bastards like him.”Mum took great delight in counting out the wads of new fifty pound notes we’d just got from.