Maybe for the rest of my life. I was in my late thirties and I had spent so many years feeling unfulfilled and unsatisfied with a whole series of lose...s who hardly seemed to notice me in bed and who seemed to see me as an object to satisfy their own sexual needs. I had spent these years pursuing more spiritual pursuits. I had begun to practice yoga and meditation, trying to put my life back in some order. Nevertheless, it is fair to say that I felt something inside me, a longing, or perhaps,. Trying to ignore the blatant ridicule, I turned on the tap and got some soap. I lathered my hands and rubbed them vigorously, looking directly at them, even as I heard her stop, get down off the counter and walk towards me. I felt the heat of her mere inches from me, felt her breath on my ear as she said, “That was so fucking hot.” Her voice was that of my invisible voyeur. I trembled visibly, my eyes closing from the sheer pleasure of being enjoyed. Her hand trailed up my arm to my shoulder. I thank you for asking, and I will think about it, honestly I will, but I don't believe so." She shook her head."Why not? Your children like me. I like them. Why not? Don't they need a father?" Seth asked, feeling a large lump in his throat, fearing he might weep or yell at any minute, wondering if he had done or said something wrong or just picked a bad day. He knew women had bad days. "Why not?" I'm not sure; that's why. Because I am simply not sure. Not sure about anything." Neither am I,. My other hand roams about her body, rubbing down her stomach towards her pubic area, it travels down her legs and back up the inside of her thighs. I touch her all over her without touching her pussy. I start to work my hand into the waist band of her bottoms, but meet resistance as she pulls my hand away. I move my lips from hers and work around to her ears, nibbling on the lobes. I hear her breathing getting heavier with each passing moment. I continue to travel with my lips down her neck,.