She turns and runs up the stairs so o get a perfect view of her ass. Literally the thing everyone has wanted to see for years and I get to see thing m...ilf naked. She comes down dressed any starts yelling at me for being there etc etc then her son shows up and then she acts like nothing happened. Later that night I’m about to leave and I have a minute alone to apologize and she’s kind of laughs and says I just scared her but she would appreciate it if I don’t tell anyone.flash forward to present. I stopped by a book store that sells specialty coffees, picked up a magazine and a cappuccino. I found a seat by the window and started to flip through my magazine. No sooner did I get into my magazine than I could feel someone watching me. I looked up and noticed a good looking young guy looking in my direction, or rather at my legs. I guess having nice tanned slender legs really pays off.I found myself getting really turned on by his attention. I swear if I had a pussy, my panties would have. “Hello little fella” you say as you make what I think is the equivalent of a handshake. I feel myself swell instantly under your touch and you must feel it too. “I think he’s pleased to meet me!” you say with just a touch of humour in your tone and I couldn’t be further from laughter. You slide your fingers down towards new territory and sweep juices back up over the little fella as you gasp at the discovery of my wetness. I’m sure you smiled but I wasn’t watching. “Does he like to be tickled?”. New Orleans and Elvis’s home in Memphis could be seen when they headed south to avoid the winter’s cold weather. Joe wanted to visit the LBJ library in Austin but more than that he wanted to go to Dallas.In Dallas they stopped at the famous book depository where JFK was assassinated which was before Joe’s time as an agent. In taking the tour and seeing the relatively short rifle shot that Oswald took, Joe could only come up with one way that the tragedy could have been avoided especially when.