The full-length mirror on the bathroom door caught her eye."Well, Mrs. Terner," she spoke to her reflection. "We're twenty-three, been married for a y...ear. How are we holding up?"She examined herself in the mirror.Her sandy brown hair fell in wispy waves past her shoulders. Her hazel eyes had a stormy look to them. Her face was heart-shaped. She placed her hands under her breasts and cupped them. Still firm and upright, she said to herself, no sagging. She brushed a hand down over her tummy.. Al suddenly felt nervous, wishing he'dthought to call for backup. Al released his grip on the shoplifter, andnervously reached for his walkie talkie, as the punks started to stepforward, when suddenly they all froze. A look of fear appeared on theirfaces, and all of them ran off. Curious Al turned around, to see an Old Man standing behind him. Alwondered what made the kids run off. The Old Man was dressed in some kindof bathrobe, which Al thought was rather odd. He'd seen this guy. He pulled my cock backward toward him as his other hands massaged my balls stroking and squeezing making me want to spread further, but my legs began to fall off the bench. Meanwhile Fred grabbed some more oil and rubbed it firmly into me. His fingers were exploring my ass and for only the second time I felt another persons finger enter my bud.Fred was gently turning and twisting his finger, withdrew it to oil up and inserted it again, finding my prostate, rubbing it quickly and pulling out. You see me, and walk over, and shyly you say, "Hi," expectant, hoping that the spark from the last time is still there. I give you a big smile, it's great to see you again. You're wearing a black top that shows off your curves in all the right places, and your practical leggings let me glimpse the line of your lacy panties hiding underneath. It feels wrong of me to be looking, but my imagination tells me that you're wearing them for me. I'm wearing a checked summer shirt and walking trousers,.