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Later that afternoon she called over and ask me to look at her computer, she messes it up a lot so I thought nothing of it.I went over and saw that she had changed cloths, this time into a button up blouse and slacks, still with no bra.I sat down and started looking at her computer.She leaned over and pointed at the screen that was coming up.When she did her blouse opened up and I could see all the way down.She leaned back up and I told her it was nothing to worry about and fixed her computer.She ask me something else about the computer and leaned back down, giving me another shot at her cleavage.
This time she caught me looking down her blouse, she got embarrassed put her hand on herself and leaned back up.She said she was sorry about that and I said it was ok.She ok said kinda questioning me, she said nobody wants to see her old body.I again said it was ok, then after a pause I said I wouldn't mind seeing her body.She put her hand on my shoulder laughed a little and said You are just trying to make a old lady feel young again.
I said to her "can you keep a secret, she said yes and I told her I adored mature ladies.She said I'm not mature I'm old, I said "no you not that old, you are only as old as you feel".She yea yea I guess you are right.
I followed her into the house, and what I didn't know she had unbuttoned her blouse.She turned around opened her blouse and showed me her tits, they were hanging very low so low I couldn't even see her nipples.She said do you still want to see these old things.I didn't know what to say, I stuttered out yea not knowing what else to say.She pulled her blouse off and when she did I caught a glimpse of her nipples.they were huge! She just stood there with her top off looking at me, I didn't know what to do.I finally ask her If she minded, she said no so I reached up and picked up her tits and gave them a squeeze.They were soft and I felt her flesh between my fingers.I let my hands go up to her nipples, rolled them between my fingers.
She said its been a long time since I had a man touch me like this, I ask her again if it was ok.She said "yea after all I took off my blouse not you".I stood up and went behind her and reached up.lifted her tits up and began playing with them.She was kinda surprised when I pushed my hard on up against her ass.She reached back and put her hand on my cock and said I guess I can still get a man hard.
Boxwood topiaries edged the formal terrace, scented jasmine frothed in whitewaves over the hotel's pale gold and bisque walls. Waiters inblack-and-white uniform stood idle. Beneath Ora's chair, a charcoal-graypigeon, obdurate and fat, waited for crumbs. Others fluttered from matureplane trees lining the boulevard to the stone parapet or marched across themarble floor with its white-and-black chessboard pattern. Someonebreakfasting near Ora spoke to someone else. "We were middle-classfamilies, two servants apiece. After the war, we thought we would return tothat. Now, only Eastern Europeans remember the art of service."
Ora withdrew, selected clothing from her suitcase, returned to the window.Bordered by vermilion drapes, she staged a dumb show. Cotton panties and bra,print blouse, modest skirt, sandals, a dotted silk scarf in her hair.
Stretching both large, speckled eggshell arms above her head, Ora Fitzunpinned and shook down her heavy brown hair. Tier nipples, round and pink asthe Joséphine de Beauharnais roses Giles had cultivated with such pleasure,tightened in the cool air as she bent down to step into a pair of black silkpanties, then turned toward the open window to fasten her black lace bra,leaning forward to better display her scented, magnificent breasts. Aheavy-set, reticent woman, increasingly uncertain of herself as she aged, OraFitz had spent two years mourning Giles, two years contracting intoinvisibility, shrinking to inconsequence. Yet in this neat space of a window,with a man staring up at her--she felt his eyes on her now--she becameAphrodite, aroused, lush, dangerous. With studied care, she buttoned herSwiss-dotted blouse, twisted and fastened her hair with a tortoiseshellclasp, looked to him for acknowledgement, saw none. The sensations,tremulous, were of fierce duration.
submitted with the record) are four scenes of sexual intercourse, including one supposed to have been imagined. The immediate approaches to these acts and the descriptions of the acts themselves vary in length from a few lines to several pages. They differ in the degree of their suggestiveness. Two of them might be thought highly emotional, with strongly erotic connotations. In addition to these there is a fifth scene in an old abandoned cabin in which there are amatory attitudes, kissing, a loosened blouse, exposed breasts, and circumstances suggesting but perhaps not necessarily requiring an act of intercourse. In still another scene Tracy in a confused drunken frenzy "saw somebody" (himself) tear off Nonnie's clothes "until there was nothing between his hands and her body," "press her down against the floor," "press her body hard -- saw him try and fail, try and fail, try and fail," but he "couldn't." In addition to the scenes just mentioned there are distributed fairly evenly throughout the book approximately fifty instances where the author introduces into the story such episodes as indecent assaults upon little girls, an instance of, and a soliloquy upon, masturbation by boys, and references to acts of excretion, to "bobbing" or "pointed" breasts, to "nice little rumps, hard . . . light, bouncy . . .," to a group of little girls "giggling mightily" upon discovering a boy behind a bush and looking at his "bared genitals." We need not recite more of these. The instances mentioned will indicate the general character of the others. Some of these minor incidents might be dismissed as of little or no consequence if there were fewer of them, but when they occur on an average on every fifth page from beginning to end of the book it would seem that a jury or a judge performing the function of a jury might find that they had a strong tendency to maintain a salacious interest in the reader's mind and to whet his appetite for the next major episode.
Such knowledge as I have leads me to believe that without such artificial stimulation novels of the class into which the book in question falls are read by few girls and by practically no boys. The great mass of readers are mature women. Plainly the book was not written for juveniles. They would find it dull reading. Under normal conditions I think the book could do no substantial harm to the morals of youth, for few juveniles would ever see it, much less read it. And if by chance some should wade through it, I think it could not reasonably be found to have any erotic allurement, even for youth. 041b061a72