We met earlier, though I hadn’t seen him naked yet. He was dressed in a short sleeved shirt and loose slacks as he stopped in front of me. “What A...E you watching?” he demanded as I continued to stroke my swollen pecker.“I’m just watching some porn, Dad,” I protested as he towered above me.“And this is what excited you?” he inquired referring to the screen.“Oh, yeah!” I groaned as I continued to stroke and began to gyrate my hips. The second camera was positioned behind to catch the screen of. 2. Quickening"These flowers would go very well. Very well, sir."And they will. Orchids will complement the black and white photographs for the gallery display, this one on Terns."You think so? I'm a bit flower-deaf, you might say. The birds I can do," and well, he being the photographer, "but these flowers are dead already. They don't look quite right now matter how I look at them."He smiles at her.Slightly odd yet romantically corny speech. A whimsical smile.He's one.Her heart smokes through. I could see she was desperate to clamber aboard my hardening cock! Her nipples were hard and there was a trace of wetness on her knickers as she shed them!Now Sandy and I have a great sex life, once a day usually we get stuck in (so to speak). I had only ever had two naked women in my garden when the postie came in the other week and as I have said I had the hots for Mags badly.Sandy could see my erection growing, bent down and licked the tip of it while Mags lost the rest of her clothes and. I mean; I thought, with time you'd mellow. I know now that youfind the thought of sex with me repulsive. Shit Kate, I'm lonely. Ididn't realise how lonely it could be to love someone who no longerloves you back. Now I know, and I can tell you, it's lonelier thanliving alone. I didn't expect this. I am sorry."Kate glared at her maid. "I don't want to hear you say you're sorryagain."Georgia fiddled with her short, pink satin robe. "But I am, Kate. I'msorry for so many things." Don't. Please.".