She smiled at me, and I was about to talk to her when Little Dipshit came up and body-checked me against the lockers.“Fucking Dipshit! You know you ...aren’t allowed to check me!” He was a year behind me and my boys, and he couldn’t ever start a brawl with a senior like myself.“Shut up, douche bag! I’m a senior now! So screw your rules!”I smiled at my gorgeous love (the aforementioned her, not Little Dipshit), shrugged, and tried to apologize for Alan’s behavior.“Hey, sorry about this asshole. He. I rang the number and made an appointment. The house was a mile or so away. I was surprised when Tracy opened the door. We immediately recognised each other, and she invited me in. I watched a few snippets of tapes and made my choices. As I paid Tracy she asked if I had watched her video often. I did soon after it was made, but then hadn’t watched it for about a year or so. I jokingly said it was about time I made another one. To my surprise, Tracy said she would be up for it. Her husband was. Very dark." Martha whispered distantly "Yes" and Ronnie gave Martha's cheek a soft, lingering kiss, and then another on Martha's neck, and another on Martha's shoulder, and she moved slowly toward Martha's breast. I kissed Martha's tummy and then lifted my head to watch her as my hand crept downward to her tuft, and my fingers played there. Martha's legs moved apart a little.I watched her closed eyes and her blissful face. Her lips parted a little, giving a constant stream of soft ah's while. I acted like it was in light sleep. She didn’t move an inch.I took it as a positive signal and kept my whole palm on her naked shoulder. Wow, it was smooth like butter. Now I started sliding my palm towards her chest by moving aside the pallu and stopped just at the top. I wanted her to make a move and she made.She slightly lifted her pallu using the other hand giving me access to her blouse and bra. That’s it I thought. I confidently placed my hand on her cleavage top now. Omg, what a pair of.