. not romantically..." Granddad supplies." ... yeah. Oh, God, no. Yeah, not romantically. I'd hate spending the rest of my life married ta you." Not t...at I'd want her to, but that's not exactly a compliment. "I mean, oh come on! You're uh nice guy, just not my type, ok? But it's fun with you. If you don't wanna, I'm ok with that." I just want you ta be happy, ok?" I move the lock of hair that had fallen in front of her face. "The other stuff is, y'know, ok. But if you're uncomfortable, then. My boy said it was the best birthday he’d ever had, and that was before we got to the cake.I’d woken him up early to spoil him with breakfast, only to come upstairs and find out he’d fallen back asleep. Brendan was a bit of a gruff guy, but he was adorable when he slept. He clutched his balls the way a k** would pull a stuffed a****l close for comfort. That prolonged contact had given him one impressive boner though.I loved his cock. It was thick as a water bottle, but not nearly as long. Took. It would be wrong to say that we knew everything about each other, but when the need arose - as with my divorces, for example - we could talk quite freely to each other. This time I may have had a glass or two of wine more than usual, or maybe my physical frustration was nearer the surface than I realised, but whatever the reason, I found myself confessing not all, but much, to Sue.Before commenting, she looked round the restaurant to ensure we were not overheard. Then she said, "Reading. I could also see her young breasts were at the swolen stage and would make amnice handful. How I wanted to suck on her young nips.As we spoke more I could sense she was enjoying my attention and our chat turned into flirting which started to get very intense! I stArted quizzing her over how many boyfriends she has had and how she must be fighting off all the boys at her school. But to my delight she reminded me that she was at an all girls boarding school and whenwas saving herself for someone.