“Anytime you come it is good for me but stop by about six. You still
haven’t had your salad or coffee yet.” “Ya maybe I can have some pie
with that.” “What is your favorite,” she asked. “But hair pie of course,”
I replied. “Mine is banana.” I told her I would bring the banana and I
closed the door. The drive home was great. I didn’t need to play any
blues now. Up beat jazz was called for now. If that is what I get for
changing a tire I can only imagine what a lube and a oil change will
bring. It pay to take care of your car. Standby ,this story ain’t over yet.
“It ain’t over tell its over.” Who said that.

I
thought what an asshole no wonder she left him. He said sex was only
for having babies that she didn’t want one right now . I whispered
and it ain’t over yet. With that she gave a sigh. I continued to massage
her legs and ass as we talked. I like playing with a gals ass. Kinda like
tits without nipples. I could tell she was slowing back down so I rolled
her over. I think she thought I was going to fuck her a this point but
not yet. I told her if she liked things to this point hang on. She just
shook and smiled. I had months of sex stored up inside of me and I was
going to show my stuff. Hell she seemed game for anything and I would
invent a thing or two if I had too. I started to massage her shoulders
working my way down her sides tickling her ribs. I undid her garter belt
and took it off. I rolled her stockings down. First one then the other.
This was the first time I saw her totally nude. What a picture that made.
I worked my way back up her legs stopping at her pussy and giving it a
gently rub. She started to moan again when I asked if she had any baby oil.
She sheepishly pointed to the bathroom. When I came back I first started on
her chest and those nice firm breasts. I slowly and gently worked it in.