Her brand of mental illness depended upon having something with which to stab him in the back (or groin) forever- God only knows what she might do wit...out her precious grief to feed upon twenty-four hours a day. No matter what his wife insisted upon twisting it into, it had been simple.He had been so young at the time. And married. Not happily married, either, but married to a woman who could (and did) cheerfully go without sex for months at a time. She didn't seem to find anything at all. As I reached his apartment building he opened the door, dressed only in his briefs. He was a fat guy, not as handsome as his on his picture. His apartment was the basement of the building, almost without windows. There was hardly any furniture. Next to his unmade bed was a washing machine. A small ventilator stood on a chair.Obviously he was also disappointed with me for he at once said, “You are not my type, I am sorry.” But since I was already there, he said, “We can start with sucking cock. When Ron got home I told him about our conversation that day and he played it off. Dad asked about the nude beaches and our being nude around the house and Ron explained that we both liked being nude and it was no big deal to us. I asked dad if he would be uncomfortable if we went nude while he was visiting and he said it was our home and he did not want to intrude. After we got up from dinner Ron and I both undressed and we watched some TV and just hung out the rest of the evening. I could. Her breasts, though they sagged slightly, were still pretty firm and her nipples were hard and inviting.I was sitting on the side of the bed and patted the mattress beside me, watching as she crossed the room towards me. My erection was jutting up from groin and, as soon as she was seated, her slim fingers wrapped around it. Hazel wanted this as much as I did.I eased her gently backwards onto the bed and she moved her legs up until she was lying full length on it. I moved beside her and turned.