I blushed and said I didn't have an album like all of the girls. She gave me a warm smile and asked how I had arranged the file? I told her that I did...'t have a system; that they are more in chronological order. I just remember around when I took something and can quickly find it.She started in the front of my folder with the shots in the park. Next she was onto the early action shots, and then she moved to the people shots and all the things you would normally find on the coffee table album in. Now today those trees are chopped and new road is made.She smiled asking what naughty things I have in my mind, I was playing romantic as well as lust that was seen in my eyes.I did not wanted to over go anything as I really liked her as a friend and wanted to have that relationship with her for a long time.We kissed passionately that time, deep inside playing with each others tongue, at times she would suck my tongue, at times I would.I started playing with her breasts while kissing on her. ." I peed!" I sobbed.He blinked. "Wot?"I tried to corral my crying without results. "I peed," I told him between sniffs. "I came in looking for a bathroom, because I had to go so badly. I STILL have to go! Do you have one I can use?"And he said something like "Lewsorer," and moved his left shoulder a little.I studied his face carefully, and the thing I remember most vividly about that moment is that he was studying my face ... not my crotch, but my face. I said: "What?" Loo's over there," he. Now, just three weeks after moving into a new house, the heating packs up. Actually, I had a lot for which still to be thankful. My ex-wife’s new husband was rich, so her financial demands were relatively small. My kids, now grown and on their own, took my side and were a source of loving support. The redundancy payoff had been generous, and I had managed to pick up some consulting work that provided a bit of income. And, even though I was 61 and lonely, I was in good health and worked out.