" she said. Karen had immediatlyheaded for the dance floor where all the guys were fighting to dancewith her."I will allow you to talk freely tonight..." Kim stated as I sat,shocked. She continued, "You really are an attractive man, easily themost handsome here," as she glanced around. "Last week you could havehad your pick of the woman here. You easily can portray yourself as aman who has looks, wealth and power. Do you still consider yourself aman?"I truly did not know as I sat silent. I. She still likes it a lot. I caress her while we chat.Lena and I spend several hours like that together in our first privacy of grown-up lovers to be.Lena indicates she needs to pee, from fresh water. And my caresses! She doesn't realise it yet.Lena doesn't dare let it flow there. "No-one can see." -- "The water is so clear here. No, I can't".Lena is interested in my second proposition: Even more in my own intimate interest as well. "Lena look, you can't use auntie's bathroom. Mom locked us out. ”She smiled, put down another ball and lined it up. Jesus fuck, thank God she couldn’t see what must have been the most pervy expression in the world on my face and me swallowing a bucket of saliva so I wouldn’t drool. Just what a young twenty something wants to see an older man doing.A shifting of her feet, a cute wiggle of that tight butt, she took a slow backswing. Firm breasts—nipples partially erect in the cool morning air—she twisted her torso and then followed through. PING! She made. I turn expecting to find a seventy year old widow and to my surprise she is a woman in her late forties or early fifties. She’s wearing an apron, scarf on her head and flour on her face. I should say that I’m 44 and just a regular guy. I don’t have a gym toned body but I’m fairly fit because of my occupation. We shake hands as she introduces herself as Jill. She steps aside and allows me to enter a charming, well decorated cottage; a far cry from the exterior. We have a coffee and I’m invited.