This was the last time that Taz was supposed to visit. Belle had prepared a special meal for her - pot roast beef, roast potatoes, carrots, onion gravy, and apple pie and ice cream for afters. A home-made banner decorated the lounge: "Congratulations". The smell of the pot roast filled the house and made Belle's mouth water. The last visit had ended somewhat awkwardly, for completely different reasons than Bell had expected. The kiss had taken her by surprise, and she had reacted the way any red-blooded lesbian would when kissed by an attractive young woman, at first. Her libido was still very much active. But then her brain had got in the way and told her no, spoiled the moment.<br/><br/>The ride home had been awkward. Taz had her arms wrapped tight around Belle's waist and bell couldn't help but feel the kiss still tingling on her lips, wanting more, knowing it was stupid. The meal had been less awkward because they had been able to share something practical and and make the food a bridge between them. But that night Bell had wondered again what this skinny waif would be like in bed. She wanted her, that was beyond doubt. And the fact that Taz had initiated the kiss, and it was very definitely<i>not</i>just a friendly kiss, not just a thank you,<i>very much</i>not the sort of kiss you give to an elderly relative... That meant that Taz was interested in her too. Which was about the most ridiculous part of the whole thing! Why would the teenager be interested in a wrinkled old prune with saggy tits and tummy? Although her tits were actually not bad for her age and her tummy was still quite flat thanks to her exercise regimen.<br/><br/>She examined herself in the mirror. The bell-bars in her nipples glinted in the light as did the one in her clit hood. The rose tattoos that adorned her forearms, back, left hip and left shoulder down onto her left breast were still bright and fresh looking, even after all these years - the sign of a really good inker. The hair on her crotch was a little darker than that on her scalp and cropped just as close, a natural blonde, she saw no reason to put up with her hair going grey and so dyed it back to the colour it had been when she was a teenager. It didn't need much touching up, either because the roots were actually lighter than the dye. Steel-grey eyes gazed back at her out of the mirror. "Not fucking bad for a sixty-humph-year-old!" She smirked. She dressed casually in a plane navy blue sweater and jeans, bra and panties under them, and her usual house shoes. She was just about ready when Taz rang the doorbell.<br/><br/>Belle hurried down the stairs, at first telling herself she didn't want to leave the kid standing outside, but then she snorted and admitted that she just wanted to see her. "Hey kitten, come on in. I've got a special celebration meal on the stove for you. You can probably smell it. Oh and as a special treat, I've down loaded a movie version of Treasure Island. We can sit and watch it together, I'm not sure quite how accurate to the book it'll be, but it's a great way to get the gist of the story in a couple of hours." She wrapped her arms around the girl, ignoring the fact that Taz hadn't washed since she was last here. "Congratulations, kiddo. You're free." She pulled away and pointed towards the stairs up to the bathroom. "Go, get cleaned up. Sorry I can't watch, I have to finish setting the table." That was a little white lie, but she didn't trust herself to see Taz naked. Not today, not now.<i>Not ever...</i>The small voice of her conscience told her, but she ignored it as usual.<br/><br/>She gave Taz a friendly slap on the backside as the girl passed her, then headed back to the dining room, where in fact the big mahogany table was already set for two, both settings at the same end, one at the head of the table, the other to the right. "Don't be too long, sweetie, I'm starving!" She muttered to herself, as she headed through to the kitchen to check on the roast.