But the thing that impressed me most about him was that he was gentle. The next day, I sent him an email and he told me more of his story. He was ... single parent, and the bookstore was his only outlet for sex. He enjoyed seeing me there, and his ex-wife was very cruel with him and was fighting for custody of his daughter. He invited me to lunch. I was flabbergasted. None of my "trade" had ever asked me out in public before. He said I could come any way I liked and we could meet at a. I knew that she was thirty years older than me, but she seemed so young and spirited (and sexy) that I kept forgetting her age. She laughed easily and made me feel very comfortable and confidant as a man (that's what a secure, mature woman can do). I wouldn't have believed it, but it felt like I was falling in love.When we got in my car, I leaned over to kiss her goodnight and as our lips touched, I felt her tongue snake its way into my mouth and we frenched for quite a while. I started. What about the rest of your figure lower down?" "If I take off the rest of my clothes to show you I would be naked. I`m not sure that I should." "Come on, Ethel. Let me see what you look like in the nude. You have already shown me your lovely breasts and I want to see what you look like when naked." These conversations and actions were due to the drinks we`d imbibed because she said "I`m going to undress after all." When she did, she was completely nude in front of me. Her stomach was flat.. “These are the guys. Guys, Bobbie.”“Hi all!” I said, cheerful as can be. I gave them all hugs. They were studs, but none of them had that aura that Joe had. I couldn’t explain it.I offered them some tea, which they declined. I was a little disappointed. I think they were health freaks or something because they didn’t want my cookies either. The guys moved a few boxes in then said their goodbyes. Joe and I sat at the kitchen table.He was reclined, his legs outstretched, drumming the table with.