" Nothing wrong with feeling horny. In fact, it is a good indication that what you are doing is working," I said. "If you are getting turned on, chanc...s are I am, too." She took another sip of her wine and then looked at me with puppy-dog eyes that begged to be taken and taught."So what should I do?" she asked."Well, we'd be talking once we got to the table," I said, "just like we have been. Maybe we'd have to get acquainted a little." Like asking you what you do for a living?" she asked."No,". School let out early on a particular fall Friday. I remember my Mom saying as I left to catch the Bus, "you'll be back here at midday, that means you have to fix your own Lunch ... and then I want you to run the Vac..." Ugh! What a great "free afternoon" to look forward to ... This was the type of thing my guys at school would use to complain about their parents – they called it "BEGGING" ... as in, "Oh, my Dad is such a Beggar – he's making me mow the back yard!"Nevertheless, I coasted thru. All I was wondering was if I would have to shove snow in the morning so that I could get to work on time. I opened a nice bottle of wine and took a long hot bath before going to bed and falling asleep.+++++I woke up with my doorbell ringing. I looked at the clock and realized that it was one minute after midnight. Who could possibly be here at this time of the night? I grabbed my robe and tied the belt closed as I walked to the front door.When I opened the door up there was an angel standing. Then next thing he does is slide off the glider onto the floor of the deck and parts my legs wider and begins to nibble kiss and suck my wet excited pussy while I set there as quiet and still as I can because people are walking back by. I look down at him as his eyes are looking right up at me and I can see he knows I can barely contain myself. Cars driving by stopping at the stop sign just one house down, people walking by and the town cop parked less than a block away. I can tell my nipples.