I still think of Monica and what a let her or convinced her to do and it still turns me on to no end, Now in our senior years we have moved on but the... good memories will never fade. I will tell what took place over some over 15 years of sharing Monica in a series of stories and remember, they are all true accounts, how I felt, the excitement of offering the woman I loved to others. Monica is the daughter of Southern European parents although not born there, she has coffee tanned colored skin,. Paul led them through the house to the kitchen.Carley's mother and father were there, they were relieved that she was allright. When her body was not found in the shattered remains of her apartment they had hopped that she was away on a charter flight or off visiting. Their phones were usless and they had been about to ask Paul to ride his trail bike to the seaplane airport to ask about her.Carley said she had moved Saturday to a houseboat that had a generator and she had lights, hot water,. All I needed was one more, minute stimulus to plunge me over the edge. And that stimulus was not long in coming.The innocent act of a horny woman ascending a flight of stairs proved to be the final straw. Not so much Kim just walking up the stairs...but the way she walked up them. And then, of course, there was that incredible ass...swaying seductively from side to side as she went from step to step. It looked like a juicy apple beckoning me to bite it...to lick it...so slurp up its sweet. "Hey I'm Callie" I said grabbing a shot and downing it. She grinned at me..."Hey Callie, I'm Jess". I offer her a shot and she gladly takes it."Wana go outside and get away from the hecticness, so we can hear ourselves talk" She jokingly says, grabbing my arm and leading me outside. "sure, but it seems your already taking me there" I say sarcastically.It had become humid, the later it got. So I was glad I had chosen the right outfit. I couldnt take my eyes off Jess, I kept staring at her.