" I answer with another kiss as I run my hands up and down his chest feeling all his hard muscles. Maybe this party wasn't such a bad idea after all.... Looking down I see how excited Pete seems to be from our kissing. I shyly look up and meet his eyes. Holding his gaze I run my hands down from his chest to his thighs. Slowly I move one finger over to the huge bulge in his jeans then a second, third, fourth and then finally my whole hand. I'm taken aback by just how hard and thick he is. My hand. "Where did you get them?" he asked, "They surely are not you; they are of a much younger woman. Are they of you fifteen years ago?" Can you find any woman who would not be flattered by comments like that? I assured him they were of me but he continued to joke about that; it was fodder for teasing. During one chat I mentioned a no-kill animal sanctuary I contributed to and he used that tidbit of information to offer a challenge. If I proved the photos were of me he said he'd donate $1,000 to the. Dean and Donny especially adore me because I sometimes have a little smooch with them. I kiss and semi make out with them when I'm in the mood, let them take turns to snog me, feel me up a little bit – you know, put their hand up my dress, fondle my tits, squeeze my ass. It's a bit like with Paul and Mario except Dean and Donny don't get to fuck me, they just get this smoochfest followed by jerking themselves off. It's a jerk off deluxe, as it were.Different with Gerald, of course. Gerald. I automatically smiled when I spotted Bella. In the last two years she’d hardly changed, yet the lady she was becoming was shining through, elegance emerging, self assured, and hints of refinement. Now as tall as her mother, she was still very slender. Part of it was due to her genes. The other due to her physical activity. She jogged with me every morning. She swam, waterskied, and loved to take Penny for long walks.Her blonde hair was still cut short at the back of her neck, progressively.