.lean dark...a bit of Italian rogue in him....again never married...again a good conversationalist although maybe a bit formal with new people. Dartk ...air thin mustache..Lean and very fit for his 60+ years.Next my friend the retired postal carrier...unmarried...a bit goofy ...a nerd...shorter than average...but he has played sports his entire life and coaches several sports...compact no fat..My older married friend is next...very overweight...genial...he has two daughters...still at home...he. When I got home she wanted to know how I had got on but I made her wait until I had got the champagne out of the fridge and opened and poured two glasses."To beautiful, magnificent, sensual you and your body" I toasted her and we drank and laughed."Come on, tell me what he said" she insisted so I started to tell her."He thought that you were incredible, your cunt in particular but not just that, and he wanted to photo you in their studio, anonymously, with your wig and make-up, in order to get. You begin to savagely twist the trapped nipple and pull it out away from my body, causing new waves of searing pain. My breast stretches and distorts under this cruel treatment. The pain is almost unbearable and I feel myself weeping and imploring you to continue. What! Did I ask you to keep doing it? It seems I did. Some unconscious part of my brain must be in control now. You release my tit only to get a better hold on it. And again you yank the bruised organ out of shape. I scream. I walk in to find you lying across this big bundle of white blankets in the middle of the bed. I am aroused by your nakedness. On each bed post rests a white silk scarf. The room is lit by candle light that casts a brilliant orange glow in the room. The shades are all drawn to shut the outside world at bay. The house is empty, just you and me, your invited guest.Your body, the swell of your breasts as you breathe, has always excited me. That you picked me to be your young lover, always humbled.