I also realized that making a move would be nearly impossible. I knew that finding the right time would be so hard and that if I was wrong about this,... that I would be in deep shit!!.So I simply brushed it off and thought about calming things to get my hard on down and my blood pressure back to normal. We sat there for like another hour talking and laughing, having a good time, before it was time to go. We made our way back to the house, and I went to go take a shower. Upon walking out,. She then told me that she had set me up to be with her sister that day”she is the one you should be apologizing to”. “Sit down let me tell you about Sara”she said then went and retrieved a photo album and sat beside me.”Sara is the youngest of three girls in our family ,we had no boys so she was like a son to my father .While me and my sister played with dolls and wore dresses,Sara wore overalls and worked on cars” . The pictures she was showing me were of Sara working under the hood of a car. Butterflies explode in my stomach, my nipples tighten, and an achy, empty feeling starts in my cunt enough to cause me to instinctively squeeze my thighs together..I want him, I want him BAD. I lightly brush his leg with my fingers, he just kind of glances at me and smiles, and keeps chatting with the bartender and his buddy down the bar. So what the hell, that is plenty enough encouragement for me. I put my hand on his leg, and start massaging up his thigh. He tenses up a bit, and squirms on. A ton of cement, I think ‘Dad! Jesus, you’re going to catch something.’ He quickly got out of the car, to help me out. ‘I’m 82, I’ve been sicker than a dog for the last 8 years, and if I want to get out of this damn thing, I’ll get out.’ I’m in a bad mood, and taking it out on Michael isn’t helping much. He grabs my arm, and helps me out of the vehicle. I look down, to see snow. I’m immediately grateful that he made me wear thick shoes. I wanted to wear sandals. For some reason, I hate wearing.