There was no date counting before we were up close and personal that first night. No mention of my friend as she very skillfully got our rocks off sev...eral times before sleep overtook us. As I was dozing off I wondered just how many times this scenario got played out per week? Month?She gracefully scooted me out the next morning saying she had an appointment. As I left I saw an unknown guy approaching her door so I got behind a tree and watched her kiss him welcome. Busy beaver, for sure.Over. That anniversary is next week. Officially, I am eighty-four years old and Lisa is seventy-five. We don't look it. We don't look like we're great grandparents either. I was told by a friend that we look to be in our sixties but in very good shape.One thing that may forever be unfinished business is the effort by the government to abduct me. Frank went after a number of people and estates but never could really determine what had spurred the effort or keyed the interest. Why so many years passed. Every once and awail he would groan,if she hit the right spots. Beth rhrymically rubbed his back, shoulders,neck,and arms for about 30 minutes. She decided to spend the next 30 working on his thighs, and hamstrings,as he wished early. As she she gets to the back off the table, Beth pour some more oil into her already slick palms. She looks down, and was shocked by what she saw. The towel had fell open slightly, she could partially she his huge black cock head, peeking out from underneath the. John was reasonably good looking but ‘safe’. Tori’ssister always commented on his ‘mono-brow’ whichtogether with his 2 day stubble made him look a bitNeanderthal.They flopped into their motel room – Tori falling intoa deep sleep almost straightaway. John went exploringbut only the thing he discovered was that he’d lost hiswallet.Tori woke to the sounds of John throwing everything outof there combined luggage. “Where the fuck is thecash?” was.