My shirt was halfway down on her thigh showing off her shapely legs. She had removed her bra, her nipples were firm and hard poking through the shirt....As she approached me, she again thanked me for the nice night and invite to my house. She said she felt comfortable and relaxed. I offered her a beer once more and sat her in on the coach. I excused myself while I searched for my edible massage oil. I returned and placed both her feet on my lap. I warmed up the oil in my hands and spread it on. This was madness but I couldn’t risk her circulating those pics! So I dutifully did it. I looked weird afterwards. It was then that it all fell into place. She had opened the draw in the bedroom that was full of flimsy lycra white, pink and black things! She had also removed the clothes I had taken off! The last of my old clothes I suspected. But there were at least new business suits and shirts in the wardrobe . She had laid out a white lace nightdress on the bed also! Ok so she wanted to. Since her late teens, Sarah had actually published four books of erotic short stories under the pen name 'Willow'. Her boys provided much of the inspiration for her work.The first response to her ad came three days after it was posted. Even on the telephone, Sarah could tell two things right away; the caller was a man, not a boy and he sounded about half stewed.She asked him outright, "How old are you?"There was a hesitation. "Well, I'm forty-four, but I need the work." Mister, this ain't no. My wife made breakfast at the tent then went for a shower, as I was sat there Tom passed on his way to the kitchens. As he was by himself I called him over and thanked him for last night. I told him that she had never taken dick like that and she came more than I had ever seen. He blushed and thanked me for letting him fuck my wife. I explained that after he left we carried on fucking and that she asked if I was willing to allow him to fuck her in the ass, I continued that she had never let me.