Girl of sixteen she might be, but she was somehow more than any other woman could be at that moment. And remains so today.I reciprocated, finding her ...most deeply hidden, most tender and delightful places, bringing her and myself to a steadily higher lever of passion, and an inevitable ending to the night's sudden adventures.Finally, after a great deal of teasing and play, I found to my surprise that my erection was somehow positioned just right. She gave a rolling shove, let out a gasp, and I. As they headed up the stairs, he marveled at the capacity of the human mind to rationalize questionable ethical behavior in the face of overpowering physical need. It's the stuff addictions are made of.Behind her closed bedroom door, they wasted no time getting to it. They were undressed in seconds and fell onto her bed in a tangle of arms and legs. The sex was aggressive, passionate, needy and physically draining. Their pent-up cravings came pouring out in a truly memorable joining, leaving. “I remember you said you found a love for pastrami,” she said. “I share that affliction. What are two Southern girls doing, liking pastrami?”I’m still digesting the idea that she and I are ‘Southern girls’, what with me being nineteen and her in her seventies, but we did end up here having lived in the same corner of Louisiana.She continued, “We’ve become somewhat homogenized. The old regional lines have been crossed so many times ... I won’t even begin to approach Grandma Desai’s. "I tried not to watch the others, just keeping a eye on Denise. She had slipped off her top and was now unbuttoning her shorts. She stepped out of them and stood up, dropped the top and shorts into her box, and stood still, looking at the floor. Her only remaining clothing was a modest two-piece swim suit. The moment of truth had arrived."Denise? You're not finished; please continue?" Fletcher said, his voice rising as she turned toward him and looked at him with a determined expression. "I see.