"Yes, Papa." He cooed as he began unbuttoning his shirt. He wasn't wearing much - a silk dress shirt and pants that had to be cutting off his circulat...on - but he managed a very sensual strip tease.Or maybe I was just very, very horny and didn't need much to set me off. The others must have been nearly as hard up. By the time I could take my eyes off Greedy, the others were stripped or stripping and kissing, stroking, teasing.But it was all gentle. There was none of the usual over-the-top. No dinner. No movie. No drinks. Pass go, collect two-hundred dollars.That night, we talked about everything important and meaningless. Relationships at the start evolved into sexual desires into deep sociological discussions into musical expression into... Some time, several hours later, I finally had to excuse myself, as my old bones had tired to the point of collapse. Except they weren't old bones anymore. I was a man. I was important. I was relevant.We touched each other not a. He stayed away from the library, which was not unusual when he was working, but sent her silly cards or jokes through e-mail each day, and a rose bud every other day.On Saturday morning, after three weeks had dragged by, Jack strayed away from his routine and checked his personal e-mail. Erin's stood out like a lighthouse in the fog. She hadn't typed in a subject, and as he clicked the mouse to open it, he was surprised to find that he was as nervous as he had been the day he had asked Joanne. I bent and savored both of her small nipples as I began working on the laces of her long set of stays that actually did seem to support her large, heavy boobies as well as pinch in her middle. She was a healthy and hefty young woman who weighed ten stone at least. I kissed her and her tongue flicked into my mouth."Hurry," she said, snorting and wiggling.I tore her corset open, and she wriggled it over her wide hips and then stepped from her huge skirt. I tossed her into bed, flipped away her.