Afew days ago he wore his acrimony and prejudice for her on his sleeve; henow seemed to have begrudging respect for her... and was there somethingelse...?"Strange man," she whispered to herself and began to undress.The bedsit was little more than a slum but at least the central heatingworked, even if it caused the radiators to groan and complain as the hotwater gurgled through the rusty pipes.Charlie changed her jeans, sweater and platform shoes for a black vinylminiskirt, red satin blouse, black. Michele felt Steve’s manhood rub against her own as he dry fucked her through her knickers and hose, the taut nylon on her cock sending sensations all through her member. She bucked and lifted her crotch to meet Steve’s thrusts and gyrated her hips to enhance the sensations shooting through her groin. Then she was a little disappointed when she felt Steve move on top of her and his cock slid down her shiny satin panties and eased under the gusset, she felt the head of his cock nestle in the. There would too much left behind. More to the point: SHE was the one who fucked everything up. Why should I have to leave?I packed up my stuff, had a lengthy conversation with Pap and Oliver – consisting of me nodding to them, they nodded back – and took off for my home. It was mine. Not ours. It was 7:20 by the time I left Arkansas and I arrived at the house about 2 a.m. I was startled to see her car parked in the driveway. I kept driving and found a motel for the night.By nine the next. Her hair was washed with silver. Her exposed skin had taken on the translucent look of the aged and seemed to sag and wrinkle in all the predictable places.He sat there in shock as she got out of the car chuckling. He finally recovered and got out. He followed her to the counter. She was bent over a little and walked with a slower pace more befitting an elderly woman. She rapped on the counter with her knuckles and called out “Darlene, where are you, girl?”Marty was shocked by the reedy sound.