There were certain things she preferred in a man, especially if he happened to be a sexy older guy that would be awesome. Local too would be nice, but...if not local, at least somewhere in England. From everything she'd gleaned, from the maturity of his writing to the nostalgic retro of his punny screen name, he had to fit the first criteria, somewhere perhaps in the forty-plus age bracket. As to location, whilst he wrote in the language, that didn't necessarily make him English.They bantered. "We could all line up with our bare bottoms in the air and you could just go down the line until you come. Then we'd get you up and start over again. That would be a great ending for our Thanksgiving special, wouldn't it?" There was a fairly loud gasp from both coeds. I looked at their open mouths and decided to play along with Rhonda."It's one of the toughest things about living with so many girls," I sighed to Dawn as we started toward the media lab. "It's why I'm always so exhausted in. It started off like any normal party but late in the evening when only about six couples were left it got into a wild party of swapping and swinging. I had always fancied that but my wife, Ellen, wasn't ready to do it so we never did get around to it and being 60 and Ellen 57 didn't figure it would happen now. Now I must let you know she may be 57 but she has a good figure and nice breasts.As it happened we were going to TO just after Easter and my online friend said they were having a party at. She wasn’t sure why this sudden attack of nerves. They’d been talking almost daily for the past six months – not just online but mostly by phone. Purely by accident, she’d found herself falling hard for him during all the pleasant contact. Cassie was one of the lucky ones though. She had a husband who loved her and trusted her and he let her explore this new relationship as much as she wanted or needed. Even up to this amazing culmination of letting her spend an entire weekend with him. Before.