You see, John is a painter, an artist, and I am his muse. We have lived together ever since it was legally OK to do so, which would be about seven yea...s ago. I am now twenty five years old, committed to my fifty year old man. I hold quite a good job at a publishing company. John, of course, procured it for me by pulling a few strings here and there. By day, I would work as a personal assistant to the head of the cosmetics department, Anne, and after that I devote all my time to John. It’s been. As carefully as he could manage despite his shaking hand, he moved his hand between them and placed it on her breast. He was rushing, but he could not resist. It had driven him crazy for two years. She pressed herself against him, capturing his hand, and squirmed when she felt his erection under her.Barely able to breathe, Johanna broke the kiss and rested her forehead against his neck, panting."Oh, baby. Oh my. Oh God. I want a helluva lot more than a kiss, now." He put his hand on the back of. Then I said to myself, "What are you fucking afraid of?"I finished my shower and went to get a bite to eat, then home.The next time I went to the gym, he was there again but I paid him no mind. During the workout, he came and sat at the bench next to mine.We were going through several apparatuses when he stopped and asked, "Aren't you the guy that I helped out with that back problem?"I nearly dropped the bar on my throat. I didn't look at him but I admitted to him I was. He stuck out his right. Now that the weather was warmer she was not wearing a hood and her black hair was like a curly halo round her head except that it fell almost to her shoulders. She had a broad intelligent forehead, those hypnotic blue eyes, a delicate upturned nose and a wide smiling mouth."Snap!" she said.Richard grinned back."Oh well, all's well that ends well." Yes and thank you again!"Richard nodded, turned and collected his dogs and set off again down the home straight. Two minutes down the road he had to.