*****************************Dusk was falling as Idalia led the group into a natural amphitheater, a sunken grassy bowl surrounded by lemon trees. The...group walked further out into the open space, both cautious and curious as they left behind the comforting cover of the trees. Becka carried a weighty looking leather saddle, slung over her shoulder, as if confident that she could tame any beast that came their way.At the center was a recumbent flat stone, possibly a natural altar or place of. It was a nice night in June that it finally became reality and both our worlds soared to a new level of ecstasy. My wife and I had always had a good sex life. We are both good looking. She has strawberry blonde hair, and sports a nice ass and titties sitting on top of some long legs. When we first started dating it was typical sex, just different positions and places for fucking. As we got more comfortable with each other wed start experimenting with new things. I still remember when we first. Soft, not too short, not too long (like there could ever be a kiss that was too long). I pull away from you, careful to slide my right hand down your left arm and into your waiting hand. We will not lose contact tonight. I pour us each a too-full glass of the deep red wine. Clos du Bois, 1997. Gasp, an American wine in London? I hand you a glass, then take mine. Still holding hands, we raise the glasses to toast this romance, then we turn to face Jeanne and raise our glasses to this beautiful. She just misses a man being in her life. I think its especially a certain part of a man that she misses the most. If you get my drift. Sex? Bingo, give that man a prize. Yeah, I think Mom is missing a good fuck now and then. Well, she can hire a gigolo, a male prostitute. Women do, Ive heard. Oh, come on, how impersonal is that. Thats a dick, not loving. Yeah, I suppose youre right. Has she tried an online service to meet people? She says she has and that its a bit like a meat market. Most of.