After a few minutes, as I was about to give up, the door opened and a rather attractive-looking matron dressed in a nondescript front-button housecoat... her hair done up in a neat bun, looked at me inquiringly. "Yes?" she asked.I introduced myself, and her attitude became noticeably warmer. "Oh yes, of course. Well, I'm Helen; won't you come in? I was just fixing tea, if you'll have some." I followed her in and took a look around the house. Nice, neatly decorated, nothing particularly striking. So why you say am I not like all the other divorced men? You know the drill: Every other weekend taking the kids to the park, with the kids to the movies, keeping them on the weekend, and then rushing them home on Sunday. The simple fact is: I don't have any kids. That was the cause of my divorce. Katherine -- that's my ex-wife -- never conceived. She blamed it on me! OK! Just relax! This is a really emotional subject with me. I went to a doctor. He said I was fine. One thing led to another .... The girls turned on the sound system to some dance music and began to do a sexy stripper style dance in front of him. He watched and was mesmerized by their sexy toned bodies and matching landing strip style pubic trim jobs.As they turned their back to him he saw that they both had dragon tattoos on their back, exactly alike except each dragon was facing the opposite direction so that as they danced with their backs to him the two dragon tattoos faced each other.The girls then unshackled Tuck’s. Raising a slender arm, elegant fingers teased my nipple and snapped me out of my concern. Automatically, my eyes closed and I growled softly. She knew enough to know what aroused me. Motionless, I let her fingers meander, the expectation built until she held the half-leaden weight of my shaft. Our eyes met, her expression etched with that same lascivious look that entrapped me. I felt its seduction again as she cupped my balls.“Er ist ein guter Fick,” she hissed breathlessly.Confused, I.