I looked at Eve. She was pale.“I don’t feel so good,” she moaned.“Was it something you ate?” I asked, concerned that dinner might have made ...er sick.“Oh, it’s something I ate, all right,” she sighed. “Something I want to eat again.”She stood up and offered her hand.“And my daughter just gave me permission to eat it.”“C’mon,” I said. “We’re both adults, here.”Eve looked at me with flashing eyes.“Don’t make light of this, Bob.”“I’m not!” I objected. “I’m just saying we’re not kids, who are full. . Cindi was my mechanic... to repair my inoperable heart that demanded her skillful ability to survive.My neck dangled back, feeling her hunger surge as she devoured my breasts. My mouth fell open, gasping in outrageous delight as she tugged at my left nipple with her lips. Her hands spun me around; meeting her mouth with mine in an upended kiss. "Gonna fuck you... I'm gonna..." Cindi panted with flowing vigor.She splayed her tongue across my forehead, grazing it across my bald sphere. Back. As we grew up together one of these secret things was our mutual fetish for much older men, the older the better.We would talk about the big age gap subject a lot in our private conversations, even writing each other stories about it, letting our fantasies known to each other, it turned us both on, not in a bi way but just a kind of exploration.Later Sarah was to take things further, at 18 shortly before she met Mike and while at college, she had a short affair with a married man, a 59 year old. Are you okay? I'll be ready to come home in an hour or so, please call me back on this number. I love you!" Beeeeeep!Kaitlyn! I sat up and shook my head. Crazy dreams! Then things started clicking into place. I remembered last night. Hand still hurt, so that must have been real, only it wasn't a horse, it was Todd. Shook off the dream and rubbed the sand outta my eyes. Just lay there for a minute, trying to get rid of the fuzzies, and finally had to get up to pee. That's something that never.