He didn’t even answer. I was so not wearing cute pajamas. I was totally wearing one of the t-shirts they give you when you donate blood. It didn�...�t matter. He picked me up like a feather and tossed me on the bed. I told him ‘you asshole you’re going to get red toenail polish all over the bed. He shocked me. He picked up the bottle and started painting them while he rubbed my feet. It reminded me of my favorite scene in kubrick’s l****a when the older man expertly painted her toes. Holy. I saw her after that only once outside after midnight. On one very hot night I went outside: Cool smoke.I am amazed see her there. "Cooling off" she said "Too hot to sleep" We chat casually. I open. Always.I tell "I regret not seeing you more often, as You're so pretty. Look like 15. Exactly the age I like best!".I got for answer "I am 25". We both laughed. I didn't see her after. Gone for long. Back now. Age 35?I open our door for her while busy in first chat with an even prettier neighbour I. I had snogged her and played with her tits at parties but it was only the usual teenage fumble. Today she was wearing a short wrap around skirt and one of those strapless tops that are elasticated at the top and sit just above the tits. I was just praying that Mandy had come for my pleasure although I wouldn’t mind sharing her with my sister.Jenny came in and introduced us, not knowing that I already knew Mandy, and we just sat around for a while chatting. This was extremely difficult for me. They had been married ten years and he usually put out the effort to have sex maybe once a month at the most. Sometimes he missed a few months and never thought a thing about it. The farm was his passion not his wife.Essie Sorrel on the other hand liked the thought that someone found her attractive and even desirable yet. Her husband sure as hell didn't anymore. Not that he ever did all that much. Just maybe when the old son of a bitch is out somewhere she just might let ol' Eddie have a little.