"So?" she asked, standing with arms akimbo and facing him. "Not bad for the ravages of time, huh?"

Steven nodded, lifting his glass in a here's-to-you gesture.

"Well, excuse me, I have to take a shower," she said, turning and going into the adjoining bathroom. She turned on the water and was sitting on the commode, removing her stockings, when she looked up to see him standing in the bathroom door, coolly eyeing her.

"Okay. A little privacy, if you don't mind." Samantha leaned forward, tits spilling forth invitingly, and pushed at the door, but it only moved a short distance, blocked by his body. "Stevennn!"

"I always liked you best when you were wet," he replied. "But this getup may run a really close second. You never used to wear garter belts. If those were black stockings, I might even have a hard-on." He looked down, then back at Samantha. "Damned if I don't have one, as it is."

"When did you ever not have one?"

"Never when I was around you." He came into the bathroom, closing the door behind him. "Where's Maria?"

"She has a date," Samantha replied. "No, she's really not too young. She and her friend – his name is Jake – went to the library to study, after school, and then to the movies. They'll be home by nine. House rules. But don't get any ideas. Damn you, Steven, do you think you can just fucking came around me every two or three years and expect me to spread my legs and make room for your big, hard cock?"

He was on his knees facing her. He put his hands on her upper thighs and looked up. "Of course I can. Can't I, Sammi?"