How do you want me?”My brain and tongue finally reached an agreement before I asked, “What is your favorite position for sex?”“How many are th...re?” she asked in surprise.“Dozens if not hundreds,” I answered.Marie’s hands jumped to cover her mouth but didn’t hide the smile on her face. “Dozens?”“At least dozens,” I said as I reached out, grabbed the cheeks of her ass and pulled her to me. “How many do you know?”“One!” was her quick answer.“Oh you poor thing,” I said as my fingers ran up the bare. Started kissing me. I was not responding but finally, I liked her kiss and started enjoying with her. After 5-10 min of passionate kissing, we broke it. As it was early morning, we both were in night dress with no inners.She suddenly entered her hands in my tee and started pressing my boobs and pinching it simultaneously. It was a new feeling for me. I didn’t know how to react. I let soft moans. After some time she took my hands and placed on her boobs and asked me to feel them and press them.. I hadn’t actually seen the dark side in the customers we spoke to. It was more of a feeling I got, which I warned my trainees to listen for. ‘We don’t have to accept their invitation,’ Paige said, and I agreed with her. She gave me the job of opening the two lobsters and stripping them of their meat before she disappeared up the stairs. A minute later, I heard the water running in the upstairs bath. I was anxious to rid my own body of the sweat from the volleyball game and the smell of. And, I've being doing it for years. I started as a teenager, perhaps as a poor way of handling my growing sexuality, and I've continued as an adult, albeit with periods of abstinence that, looking back, always coincided with the happiness of my real relationships. While married, and I was for many years, I would occasionally partake of this strange pastime, but usually just randomly, where and when the fancy took me. More recently though, as a frustrated divorcee without a partner and a normal.