As proof of hersupposed talents, Rob always looked relaxed and laid back. Steve hadresisted Rob's nagging for a solid month, but more work related str...esshad led to him caving in at last. He had driven to her apartment, hisheart hammering with excitement the whole way. Now coming all the way toher door and not getting an answer seemed a bit of an anticlimax. Hewalked all the way back to the staircase, where he decided to give itanother try. He walked back to the door at a brisk pace and knocked. .. I hope you are Grace ... and not someone else" I sheepishly asked."Yep ... I'm Grace and the long suffering mother of those incorrigible girls".She turned to face me, giving me a look at the most well-preserved 60 year old woman that I have ever seen. She had large firm tits and a petite curvy body that was the equal of her daughters. Her face was clear and wrinkle-free - she was a beautiful redhead just like her daughters."I'm pleased to meet you" I ventured."Likewise" she quipped and then. He looked up at me, our mouths so close, it felt so right. We both leaned in and our lips met. Soft at first, then his tongue pressed in and now I was kissing a boy. An open mouthed, long, passionate kiss. His ass felt so good in my hands. I had longed to have my face in his sister’s sweet little ass, licking her, tasting her and now I wanted his. I moved him to the bed and slid myself on top of him. That how I wanted him, on his stomach, face down. “Fuck” I thought, “his ass really does look. I also liked it a lot better than running on a treadmill. Working the heavy bag takes a lot more energy than the same amount of running and helps with upper body muscle tone.One evening Jack and I were out in the barn; Mom knew to stay out and to keep Dad out as well whenever we both were there. I had had to particularly rough day at work, so after warming up with some light free weights, I moved to the heavy bag. I pounded that bag for almost a half an hour. When I finally stopped; I was.