Sarah wasn't gone more than a half hour when I heard a light tapping on our front door. I got up and answered the door and there was cute little Patty.... "Can I come in Greg?" Of course Patty, you're always welcome here. Come on in."She came in and sat down on the sofa. I asked, "Want a coke?" That would be nice." She followed me into the kitchen and we opened a can each. She took a long swig and let out a very un-ladylike burp. I had to follow suit so I did the same. We both laughed our silly. And one which said: Facebook, Gaynor Reid sent you a message. Ignoring the others, I quickly clicked to open it and leaned forward to read: Subject: Retirement Hi Richard, I didn’t think you would retire early. You were such a career-driven man. Anyway, hope you’re enjoying it. Still married, I guess? Me, I never married and gave up full-time nursing some years ago. Work a few days in a hospice when needed but, like you, I’ve virtually retired. Little surprised you’ve forgotten about retiring. The Wednesday after Betty's supper party it was Wendy's turn and they had decided to have lunch together in Gloucester that day.They chatted happily about this and that until Betty reached across the table and laid her hand on Wendy's."I'm sorry I embarrassed you after supper last week," she said gently.Wendy smiled. "I knew you were only teasing," she replied."But you did blush."Wendy glanced down. "Really only at what Mr Richards might think."Betty said nothing, merely smiled kindly.No more. Kayla was more passive because of the restriction of movement her position demanded of her, but she was doing what she could to contribute, squeezing and relaxing the muscles of her lower body.I pulled out of her and rolled her over onto her back. She began moaning at the loss of sensation, the lack of the feeling of being filled."Oh, no, don't stop," she began.I wordlessly grabbed her by her ankles and pushed her legs back until her knees nearly touched her shoulders. I thrust back into her.