When I pulled into the curb to park she was still there, even hotter than before when I first watched her from across the aisle. I stood by my Acura, ...arms crossed as she walked up to me in her print sun dress that revealed just enough to know she was in the gym several times a week without being too small or tight.As we entered together she rang the doorbell and said, "I always want to make sure I'm invited in."I turned to lead the way in, and as I did so I felt her hand on my right cheek. Oh yes, more give me more. Its so tight and so sensitive. Ohhh! As she grinds her little pussy against my finger knuckle deep in her innocent little chasm. I add another finger, slowly giving her time to adjust to this fullness, then I start to stroke the tips of the buried fingers against her vaginal walls, right where I know her sensitive spot should be. Yeeessss! She hisses in response. More, do it more! Once again grinding down on my knuckles, starting to rock in a rhythm to match my. As she walked up her steps she looked in her bag for her keys finally she thought as she pulled them out she was happy to be home but she was in no rush to get inside the music that was pumping in her ears mixed with warm spring breeze that wrapped around her made her feel like she was sixteen again. Reminiscence was something that Shea found herself doing a lot when the cold winter yields to the warmth of the new season. Remembering the feeling of love and happiness was connected with the warm. Then she spread herself on the towel. Her vulva was on perfect display, and she was still breathing deeply from her exertions in the pool, which meant those gorgeous breasts, with their still spiked nipples, were rising and falling as if she was excited.Sexually excited.And suddenly, I was back to being a lecherous old man, slavering after the local virgins, like some nasty old troll who had just come out from under the bridge."Time for me to go inside, ladies," I said, in my most un-troll-like.