"It was at that moment I realised my atheism was a delusion. There was a God, and he was a caring God, a God who'd wired some women a certain way, giv...n them a yen for older men; sat by my side was his most excellent effort to date.She took my hand in hers and placed it between her knees and gently guided it over her inner thigh, opening her legs a little more with the passing of my palm. Taking control of my own hand, I moved further over hose-clad, oh-so-soft flesh, and my mind did. We went to dinner and then onto a new Gin Bar near the Hotel. She got really drunk which is not like her at all and I had to hold her up all the way back to our room. I lay on the bed while my sexy wife stripped down to her heels, stockings a thong and the tiniest bra that barely contained her breasts. She walked over to the window and said it was a shame it didn’t face the high street as she was in the mood to tease me. She had definitely drunk too much Gin but I was enjoying it.When she. ' Helenglanced at me as she opened it and then back to the book, her eyes keenlyscanning the first pages. 'Oh,' she softly exclaimed, her finger restingon a page, and I saw a faint blush colour her throat. 'Here it is.' 'RobertJordan, isn't it?' I said calmly. 'Yes,'Helen admitted, the blush deepening. 'Ofcourse, I'm never wrong about Hemingway. Come here, Helen,' I commanded firmly,patting my lap. 'Now,Catherine…' 'Awager is something we keep, isn't it?' I interrupted. 'You remember the. ........................................................... He got on his knees before entering the room so she wouldn't have to chastise him for it. He crawled in like a, you know, a piggy, with his head down. He heard her giggle as he entered, and at the sound of her giggle, his stomach dropped again. He finally looked up at her and saw her sitting on her bed, split legged, wearing only a t-shirt and pink panties. He stopped in his tracks, causing her to sit up straight and point to.