I closed my eyes thinking of Thomas walking up behind me drawing me to him. His hands going around my body where he allowed my breasts rest upon his h...ands. All the time kissing my neck working down my shoulder. Stopping just above my breasts. Then he brought his fingers to my nipples slightly twisting them to my sheer enjoyment. My head laid back on his chest my body was resting ever so slightly on him. ‘Abigail Abigail? Where are you? I called your name four times you didn’t answer. Oh I see. Gaiiiiiii,, aur zor se aahan jiiiiii,, ggaaaaaa,,,,,ki aawaze kar rahi thi ,,, fir mene apna lLund nikala aur mami ko godi banaya to unhone mana kar diya,, vo boli aahan ji aap ka to bahut bada hai,, muje bahut dard hoga,,, to mene kaha aap ki iccha mamiji,, unhone meri nirash mudra dekh li aur ,, vapas kahane lagi– aahan ji lo gusalo meri ghand me bhi par thoda dheere dheere gusana,,pls, mene kaha — thik hai mami ji,,,fir unhone unki ghand ke ched par apna thuk lagaya aur fir mera lund pakade. The groans went up all around me but for once I was quite happy about it. She had a loose skirt on so I gradually eased it up a bit at a time till I got to her knickers. We were so tightly packed no one could see what I was doing and I got a good feel like that. Feeling ever bolder I eased the leg of her panties aside and got to the real thing and it felt good. Plenty of hair to play with and feeling moist. She opened her legs a bit and I got my middle finger stroking her slit, up and down. “Do you ever wish you could have any more kids?”“At my age, Brad is only twelve years older than my grandson, Danny.”“What would you do if Karen ended up pregnant?”“I’d be really worried for her health and the baby’s, of course.”“How would you feel, you know, about being a new daddy at your age?”“I’d have mixed feelings. First of all, I’d be ecstatic about being a dad again with Karen but wonder what sort of life I could give him or her. I’d be seventy-three when he or she was twenty. Imagine.