I didn't think anything about it and dropped off pretty much straight away.I came up out of my sleep, feeling Keith's hand on my cock. It was sticking... out of the opening in my underwear. And I was rock hard. Somehow I was also all the way over to his side of the bed. I pulled away from him, scuttled over and turned on my bedside light. "What the fuck, Keith?" You started it, buddy" I did not!!" Sure you did, you were all the way over to me and had your arm around me when I woke up." Really? But. With nothing much else to occupy myself with at that early hour, I took to working on my foot-work and using the skip rope. I could be as vigorous as I wished for as long as I could maintain. I enjoyed using my strenght and endurance, and while I was getting stronger and thicker, I was of a leaner form than Bull.The dining table had been restored to much it’s former glory by some very clever folks from Pennsylvania, although I had to let them replace the manufacturers plate with one of their. Here he could observe the other patrons. They came, supped their brews and departed, making their weary way into the world, rested and refreshed, like reservists reluctantly heading back to the front, knowing it was their duty so to do. Harry didn’t really consider himself old. On the scrapheap, maybe, unemployable, unwanted, unloved, certainly, but if 55 had become the new 40 then he was only 39… The woman in the twinkly top caught his attention at first. It was a black top with the front. Missy had ditched the bra sometime after lunch.She backed off and smiled. "I took it off while you were talking to Gail, John."I started to reach around for her unfettered breasts, but she put her hands on mine. Her eyes never left mine as she guided my hands to my side. She patted them and then let go. With a wiggle, she moved back on my lap, putting some distance between us. She continued to stare into my eyes. I felt her moving and then her sweater came between our eyes. She lifted it up.