"Remember? I'd drive you around in that old Packard limousine with the shades drawn. You always wore sunglasses and a big hat to protect your skin. It... worked, too -- you had the skin of a woman half your age."He had a pile of weeds and dead flowers now, and he pulled a plastic bag from his coat pocket and put them in, then sealed it up and put it back in his pocket. He pulled a small whisk broom from his other pocket and brushed the gravestone till it was clean, then put the brush back in his. She had medium sized boobs but they were perky and gave good cleavage when she wanted to show them off. She reached behind her back and unclipped it. The bra sagged in front of her body and she let them slip down her arms. She looked at her tits for a bit. She liked them and from the looks she got at work, she knew others did too. She lifted her arms to stretch which caused her tits to lift and protrude out.She pulled her panties down and found that they were a little wet. Moving over to the. It was utterly deflating. The Boston winter didn’t help, either. The weather didn’t even have the courtesy to be dramatic. Just always vaguely cold and vaguely gray. Not like a proper Reno winter, nestled up against the foothills of the Sierras, where storms would bring gloriously bright snowflakes and the most bracing cold came in the intense blue after a storm, so crisp you dared not turn your head too quickly for fear the air would cut your cheeks. So, yet again, I sat nursing one more. The first is me. The other is the children."Susan's grimaced slightly and pulled back at his words and the fingers he waved so closely in front of her.Letting his hand fall and turning from her, the image of her entwined with her lover masochistically dragging his thoughts down into deep dark places in his mind, he dropped his shoulders in pain. "Right now, nothing else matters," he sighed more to himself than to her.Attempting to shake the thoughts of her with her lover, her screaming out in a.