I know in my ever so logical mind that I would, once again, be spending this Valentine's Day's night alone. ******I find myself sitting in my room wan...ing you. Wanting you to be here after our "big date". Wanting to have you read me that Valentine's card full of clich?that you had gotten for me. Wanting to read you the Valentine's poem that I'd written just for you. Roses are red...Wanting you to be here with me. Wanting to feel your arms around me as I suck your bottom lip and nuzzle against. Nora Taylor stood about five feet, seven inches, maybe one hundred thirty-five pounds and built like a brick shithouse. A white v-necked silk blouse hugged her ample breasts. Her black above-the-knee length pencil skirt cinched tight at her tiny waist, and showed off her rounded hips and ass that swayed as she walked in her three inch stilettos. She had skin that looked like alabaster, auburn hair with bangs, pulled back in a knot at the base of her long neck, full sensuous lips and the most. She goes to work every other week at a wealthy Alzheimer's man and I knew there were nursing evening visits to help put the old man to bed.One day I found a nurse's e-mail she called Bill on her smartphone.We phoned for more facilities.I contacted him, Bill was a beautiful 32-year-old black groom, but when I suggested to him to flirt with my wife, after a big burst of laughter he said to me, but she is too old for that.I tell him tries anyway.-But Martine is a friend I know her for years. He tensed. The hand then went further down, following her gleaming eyes, going for his genitalia. Reflexively, Jord shied back. The woman withdrew her hand with raised brows. Then gave the slaver a significant look.The slaver barked something at the guard next to Jord, resulting in the huge man striking him. It hurt, and Jord got the picture. He stood still.The woman gave him a triumphant, assertive look. Then reached out again, straight for his genitals. Those long fingers wrapped around his.