Though I didn’t get it that easily. You might think that writing stories about our sex life - and that of others, incidentally - that Nadine was a b...t of freak but nothing could be further from the truth. No, Nadine made me wait. We fooled around of course and I got to find out fairly soon that those breasts did anything but sag, she gave me the occasional hand job but further than that she didn’t wish to go. To be honest, I didn’t mind but I was surprised to wait almost three months before. I should be able to do that in an hour.It was a nice run. The sky was grayer than I liked, and I could smell a storm brewing, but I had missed the forecast. At this hour it was empty except for a bunch of joggers and bicyclers like me out getting a quiet workout. I nodded to a few and simply enjoyed the run. The stores and tourist traps were still shuttered, although you could hear people working inside some of them. When I got to the end of the Boardwalk, I reversed course and powered it up. I worried that Peter might guess my intentions and decide not to model for me. After all, he was an art student and understood that sex and the art of drawing a nude model were two very different subjects. He might think I was some dirty old woman. He could simply walk out on me.But then I remembered the smile he wore with his partial erection. He didn't seem to mind showing off to me before. He actually looked as though he rather enjoyed it. I hoped he would enjoy it again. I looked at myself. "Well that's a relief, I was a little worried about some of the sizes,"she said cryptically, "oh don't forget to tie your shoe laces, wouldn'twant you tripping over and hurting yourself, here let me,"She knelt down in front of me. "No really it's okay, I can tie my ownshoe lace thanks," I said stepping back a little bit."Don't be so silly," Deborah said, grabbing my leg and pulling it towardsher and tying the laces of each shoe as I stood there feeling like anincapable little child. "There we.