You’re still a very beautiful woman and you’re only thirty-eight.’ ‘It’s a long story, honey. Maybe we can take some time and talk about it ...soon. Are you getting something to eat? I haven’t eaten yet and I’ve had enough coffee to float a small battleship.’ ‘How about going to Patterson’s for brunch?’ I suggested. ‘I guess we can afford that,’ she said. I went to the kitchen to tell Jenn we were going out and she pulled me away from the door. ‘What did she say about this morning?’ she asked. . .. if I've led you to believe that..... that maybe you thought my bodies reaction to you meant something it really didn't, shouldn't, couldn't sweetie... Oh shit, we're here," he swore in exasperation as we pulled into the drive fronting the hotel. "Lets not worry about it for tonight honey," he finally said, watching me as we idled, the porter already rushing towards our car, "we'll just book in and have dinner and then talk about it in the morning. But we do have to talk sweetie, you can't go. If Aunt Celestes date took an interest in me, she had various ways of introducing me into the evenings more exciting activities. One of my favorite ways she did this was by having her date help get Kimmy ready for bedtime. Aunt Celeste would announce that it was getting late and that it was way past Kimmys bedtime. She would ask her date to unzip my French maids outfit and to unhook my bra, then she would tell me to go get ready for bed and to come down for a good night kiss. While I was. The legs were moved just enough to get a better view of what his tongue was about to investigate. First his fingers moved lightly over the to lips which made her wiggle at the touch from the teasing of the love mount before his fingers find the split of the lips and opened it revealing the point of entry for her pleasure domain. He could smell her beckoning essence, plus see the wetness that started to leak out of the waiting love bud. His pants become even tighter to the point he couldn’t take.