She stops as I get a full frontal view. My dick has never been harder. With her fingers in her belt loops she asks, “Well.” “Stunning!” I repl.... Her chestnut coloured hair cascading over her shoulders, curved boobs, hard nipples sitting slightly up turned, tapering to a thin waist, her small navel just above ‘those’ jeans; yes stunning. She plonks her bum on the bed, leaning back and opening her legs she offers, “It’ll be quicker if we both work together to get these off.” She pushes and. In my forties, I thought, must be something pre-menopausal. When I looked in the mirror, I saw a slim, petite brunette, with a few crows-feet, but life in her hazel-green eyes. I had a career, I had a home. I also had a very active fantasy life. This was the first time I had tried to make the fantasy real. It couldn't hurt to go to lunch in a public place with this polite fellow, who wrote funny, sexy emails. I didn't know what to expect from him when I agreed to meet at the restaurant. He was. Mr Baker was ourneighbour. He was about 50 yrs old with a big red moustacheand beard. He was always very nice to me. In fact he wasprobably one of the very few people who noticed me at all.He never got married. Except for my parents the only otherliving relative I had was my grandfather, my father'sfather. So as one can probably imagine we were rather closeas a family. We still are as a matter of facts.It all started one day when at school we were told of animportant experiment to teach us. Like crisp lavender, that was warm and comforting. I felt her chest press against me and my cock twinged in excitement. She released me and we were both beaming.‘So where’s this confis**ted porn?’ I asked, rather nonchalantly.Katie smirked at me with a twinkle in her eye and told me that the DVD she had taken from her brother was in her room. The thought of her watching porn had also seriously detracted from my productivity today after she mentioned it when she caught me staring at her. The.