You remember, Tracey? You came along to a social meetingjust before Christmas.''Oh yeah,' Tracey said. 'There weren't many blokes there, though.'Only ...Tracey, Diane thought, could possibly have uttered that remark as aserious comment.'Could I go to the talk?' Terry said. 'I'm not a member.' Then he added,'Well, obviously, I'm not a member.''No, you'd have to join,' Tracey said. 'That would mean...''Of course he can't join,' Diane said, ignoring Tracey's look ofastonishment as Terry turned to. "Laura kissed her. "Next week. I promise. We'll pull out all the stops."She realized, driving back to her apartment, that the encounter with Karen, coupled with her anticipation of what was about to happen in bed with Brandi, had made her sopping wet. Her panties were soaked with her own juices. God, who's the slut? she said to herself.Brandi had taken a bath while she was gone and was dressed only in one of Laura's fluffy white bathrobes, looking wildly fetching. Because her body was so. I looked at her. Whether it was the drink but looking at her sitting there naked, her lovely breasts on display. Her nipples erect and her eyes....they were very sparkely. I might add to the reader that Ann had very, very sensitive nipples. You could bring her to orgasm just but rolling them or pinch and pulling them. She just loved them being played with. She loved being braless and the feel of a silk blouse would make them stiff and would turn her on.Anyway I digress, Ann threw the dice and. (I like that label better than “older”.)I had begun to suspect that they were doctoring my coffee a bit, but who was I to complain? Like the title of the old Brit bawdy flics, I said, “Carry On, Nurse”.“Oh, Grandpa. You do me so good.”Now, who wouldn’t respond to that? It felt as if I had grown an extra inch as I exploded within her tightly gripping honey pot.“Peaches, it felt like I grew another inch inside you when I got off.”“It felt that way to me, too, Gramps. Maybe you can do me again,.