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Cindy unbuttoned Ted's shirt and reached in to feel his smooth, hard chest. As she slowly rubbed her butt in his lap, she felt him grinding his cock against her. They developed a rhythm as they humped and kissed. Ted's hand wandered ever further up Cindy's thigh. Her legs were lean and slender. Her skin was soft and warm, with just the slightest amount of sag in some areas. His fingertips gently caressed her, and when he reached the top, he felt her pubic hair rustle beneath a thin layer of cotton. With that, Cindy spread her legs and Ted cupped her crotch. She let out a series of nearly silent moans as he massaged her pussy.When she could no longer resist, Cindy kissed his lips one more time and jumped to her feet. She reached under her skirt and pulled her underwear down, now slightly wet with her juices. She unbuttoned the sundress and let it fall to the floor. She stood, for the first time in her seventy-plus years, naked before a man other than Matt. Cindy had very little to be. I chuckled and shook my head. Carefully so as not to wake her up I got her into my arms and slowly made my way to her room, another feeling of déjà vu. I laid her gently on her bed and pried open her right hand which was clenched tight around the two buttons she had found. I palmed them and went to her desk where I fished out her sewing kit from the top drawer, she used it a lot to put patches and other things on her clothes. Having retrieved the kit I padded back into the hall and back into the living room. I laid the kit and the buttons on the coffee table and resumed the search for the others, it took awhile but I found all of them and put them with the others. I looked at the shirt and decided it was a better idea to let her sew them back on rather than butcher the job with my sixth grade home-economics class sewing lesson as my experience. Instead I went to the bathroom and cleaned off my face which was caked in her juices. I smiled at myself in the mirror ‘lucky bastard’ I.
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