Besides, he thought to himself as he walked to the house, the rain coming in will wash the old girl down a bit and make my job a little easier in the ...orning. He walked in the backdoor and headed for the bathroom after shedding his clothes in the mud room off the back pantry. The steam rose off his skin as the water cascaded over him, the dirt and grime of the day washing over his golden skin and down the drain of the shower. He finished off drying himself in a towel, taking great care not to. ..”“I’ve been reading. It seems like I’m ignorant because nobody wants to talk about it.”Lucille gathered herself in. “It’s a cultural thing – but it is in a lot of cultures. Yes, for some reason, we hint at sex a lot, but don’t actually approach it. Somehow, it’s considered rude. Actually, I think it’s because the whole thing is a powder keg. The assumption is that if you start talking more or less openly about sex, you’re asking for it.”“Oh. Sorry.”“I’ll try to answer, anyway. You really. This was my Frank, yes my Frank, in forty years I have never heard him like this. He carried on telling her how he had trained me, I smiled at this, as he continued telling her some of the more bizarre things he had got me to do. The men I had been with the outfits pictures and video’s he didn’t pull his punches, she even found out I was still fucking other men almost every day. Sylvia looked really embarrassed when she saw me at the door, not really surprising. There she was sat completely. "I rolled over on my back."Is it hot in here?" I'm fine." It seems hot to me."She sat up. Her hands went under the blankets and she went through some kind of gyration. The next thing I knew, she had the bottom of her nightgown in her fists and she was sliding it up her body and over her head.I'd taken two photography classes last year, so I knew about lighting. I would have liked to have a couple of spots focused on her to view the beauty that was exposed to me but the dim light from the lamp.