”“The usual stuff. Getting together and doing things. Basically, what we were doing before.”“Everything we were doing before?” I asked with ...a smirk.“We’ll see. It really depends on you. If you just want to screw me today and not see me again, I’m really not interested. If you want to take me on dates like before, then, yes, I’d like you to take me to that apartment you have access to and screw me silly!”“I can’t promise you anything, Anna. One day at a time. Call it an exploration, I guess, to. We finally got together at a local Starbucks and as we had indicated in our messages, we were pretty similar in appearance. Although both of us had mostly gray hair, we were in fairly good physical condition since each of us pursued an active lifestyle. After a few such meetings, during which we agreed that since we both were in longtime marriages, we could assume that we posed no health risks to one another and could proceed to the next step and arrange to meet someplace where we would have. Peter's left hand immediately returned to her large breasts. He gave her left breast the same attention he had given her right one a few moments earlier as he soundly kissed her once more. He then kissed his way down her chin and back down her throat."Oh, Peter."Peter slid on top of her, on his knees straddling her waist, freeing up his right hand which had been supporting his weight as he lay on his side, facing her. Both hands landed on her belly and slid up. Each took a breast. Each thumb. The second gated subdivision wasn’t so easy. Apparently my client hadn’t notified the gate guard, and I had to try to call him from the gate. They weren’t home or didn’t answer, one. I got philosophical with the guard and told him it’s not my worry if this guy’s iron work rotted out. That I had done what I was supposed to. The gate guard was an old guy and took pity on us and let us in. I checked the guy’s iron work, and it was in poor shape. I don’t know what this guy had done to it, but it.