’ She kissed my mouth then. I stroked her breasts and she stroked mine, liberating them my nightdress and rolling my nipples between her fingers whi...le her tongue slithered into my mouth. Her hand went down between us, gathering up my nightie and finding my already wet puss waiting for her. ‘Tart,’ she smiled. ‘You get wet at the sight of a finger never mind the touch.’ ‘I get wet looking at you.’ ‘I know.’ She kissed me harder and then rolled me onto my back. She brushed my hair away from my. Fred took care of Martha in their Florida condo as long as he could. When she went into the nursing home he visited her every day, spending almost all his time at her side. It must have been hard for him seeing her go downhill so rapidly, her body becoming frail and contorted. We were there when she died. While Ralph mourned the passing of his mother, I cried with Fred, "Dad," for the loss of his wife.Now we were coming for our first visit in over a year since Martha's death. Both Ralph's. They just followed behind the three girls trying ignore the antics of their girlfriends while carrying armloads of bags. Especially when they started discussions with Joanna and she leaned how open they were about their sex lives. And that was before they dragged a struggling Joanna to both Victoria's Secret and Fredrick's of Hollywood. --The contents of the bags that came out of those two stores had Joanna blushing so bad she felt like she would glow in the dark. Especially when she was. Looking at the long years of wisdom in her eyes made him understand her smile. It was a pleasant smile of recognition, but it was laced with sorrow. At last he spoke. ‘I guess you’ve won,’ he croaked. ‘You’ve caught me. I’m ready to go with you.’ ‘I was never pursuing you,’ she responded. Though her voice was the voice of a young girl, it, like her eyes, spoke with centuries of wisdom and sorrow. Joseph wondered at this in a girl so young. ‘Why are you here, then?’ he asked. ‘I am only here.