Whilst in the local bar we got chatting to a man, John, he’s was 58 and recently divorced. He was an expat living locally. We got chatting and we to...d him where we were staying, very close to his villa as it turned out.We had a present evening and he invited us over for a bbq the following day. We arrived mid afternoon, the place was amazing, massive pool too. John said we could swim but unfortunately we did not bing swim ware, I said I would nip back to the room and get them. I was away for. You'll have the business-for-sex thing to yourself, from what I've seen."It was odd, but I was beginning to like Charlie, in a strange way. Seldom have I met a person so completely honest about himself. Most of us profess to be offended by the suggestion of a strange piece of ass or a blow-job, especially in the White House. I knew that deep down the overwhelming number of men in the world would take a blow-job if the opportunity arose. It is just that for most of us, the opportunity never. I have considered inviting him to dinner as a welcoming gesture, but dread the thought of being rejected. The thought of ravaging him on my bed, however, completely overwhelms me. I would die happy if I could just spend just one night with him.I wonder what he would smell like and imagine the sounds he would utter as I make love to him. His hairless arms appear to be smooth and silky and I wonder what it would feel like to run my huge hands over his body. I dream about what it would be like to. . He was just snuggling with you at the time. You were just frightened that a man you were not familiar with was in bed with you. All of us were convinced though that had I not heard you crying...”“You think he would have...?”“At the time there was no question in our minds. But we couldn’t take the chance.”“What happened after that?”With her elbows on the table, her hands cupping her chin, Aggie sighed. “That’s why you never saw me since hon. As it turned out Corwin was sick; at least I was.