To wit, dae Ah owe th’ pleasure?”I nervously laughed; having visited Scotland many times I recognised the accent and dialect immediately;&...8220;You wouldn’t happen to be a Scottish Las would ya, Glasgow perhaps”? I asked facetiously,“Aye, Glasgae,” she confirmed, arching her back placing her hand on her hip in pride;“What’s it to ye?” She challenged, giving me a full up and down check out, unimpressed, her stare quickly dismissed me with a. Call me Skipper. That's what they've been calling me for the past 15 years. Been too long now to even remember my real name."She chuckled heartily at that and ran her pink fingers through her long hair. She leaned into me and spoke in a schoolgirl voice. "You're funny. Why haven't I seen you here before?" Just got out of jail, hon. Yep. Been in the slammer for 15 years." Her face turned serious but she made no move to leave. Her silence egged me on to tell her my whole life story. "I actually. Then the process starts all over again. Even when I was single I always had those feelings and fetishes. Most of the time I could keep them under control by frequent masturbation sessions.A few months after my wife and I got together I let her in on some of the less extreme fetishes I think about. Like this one night we were playing around and I had been stroking her clit very slowly and whispering dirty talk in her ear about how wet her pussy was getting. I asked her if she had ever fucked. "Wow, how about that?" I said. "Yea, it was amazing, babe," she replied, then off to the shower she went.She has a 9-5 kind of job and I either work from home or on the road, sort of like a sales job. Today I was working from home. She came out of the bathroom ready for work. She looked sexier than the day before somehow. Funny how a man can view a woman differently when the sex between them is so good. She was always sexy to me, but now she seemed to be in a different category.She called me.