He turned and walked upstairs, located our room and walked right in. I was right behind him and watched him walk into the dressing area where Ann stoo...d naked before the mirror. As soon as she saw him, she immediately tried to cover her breasts and pussy."Todd, what do you think you're doing!" gasped Ann."Now, now Mrs. Lewis," he responded as he took her in his arms.With his hands firmly grasping her ass, he pulled her to him, grinding his crotch against her hand. Slowly, she slid her arms. He’s older and that means he appreciates beauty, I just know it. Like he does in poems and stuff. I mean he was mostly looking at my boobs, too, but it was kinda different when he did it? Like when he looked I just know it was with real appreciation, not the stupid way these jerky immature high school guys look!!! He ‘accidentally’ brushed against them with his arm when he was talking to me. Like four different times! I know he was trying to touch me there. He let his leg push up against mine,. .. if you could see your way clear to forgive her those stupid remarks. You know this one time,” she said. I stared at her kind of coldly, but she was now my wife, and she did have the keys to my heart instead of to my cell.“Anna, I guess, okay. Just don’t get all mushy about it and expect a lot of overt enthusiasm on my part. This thing, that you’re asking of me, will be kind of a long-term work in progress. Twenty-five years behind bars was one hell of a work in progress and being asked to. I gripped his arm and helped him to his feetstaggering slightly till he got some sense of balance; we walked slowlyup the stairs me gripping one side of the banister rail while he grippedthe other. We reached his room and I edged open the door with my foot asI helped him inside. Easing him down on the bed I took off his jacket andloosened the front of his shirt while he struggled with his belt buckle,shirt off he leaned on my shoulders while he kicked his trousers down hislegs with his feet.