. Cat is a truly different woman –mid fifties now but I’ve known her for ten years and we’ve shared the most exciting and erotic experiences two...people could legally enjoy. She is a libertine in the purest sense – she is also a devoted mother of four grown boys, a grandmother and probably seen by most as a very normal suburban housewife.The detail of some of those experiences is fodder for several other stories but this is her truthful tale of a very taboo subject which is probably i*****l but. Agatha met Toni at the door and immediately knew this little creature had to be Toni, and said, “Hello my dear, you must be Toni, I’m Agatha Evans.”Many quests had previously arrived, and Agatha was the perfect hostess, as she introduced Toni to the assembled.My god she is a goddess in miniature, I have to have her, thought Agatha.As the evening progressed, Toni was chatted up by many of the men and several of the ladies. Both men and women flirted with her. Toni was not only surprised, but at. Great Grandpa Amos built the ranch house for his wife on a low ridge about four hundred meters (a quarter mile) north of Big Boulder Creek. Single story, four bedrooms, but unusual for the time, two bathrooms with indoor plumbing (on a septic system, of course); one bathroom was exclusively for Great Grandma Tulip, and only occasionally Amos. Their sons, and frequently Amos shared the other, smaller bathroom. Our kitchen is large, as is the pantry; there was also a root cellar. A dining room. But you wouldn’t be cheating, would you?”I shook my head, “No.”“You still haven’t explained yourself,” she said.There was a knock at the door and I got up to answer it. A waiter brought in an urn with a bottle of champagne on ice, and a tray with various fruit and two champagne glasses.“«Soll ich die Flasche öffnen?»” he asked.“«Ja, bitte, »” I replied.He opened the bottle and returned it to the urn, setting the cork on the table. I signed the bill and he left the room, closing the door behind.