‘I see you dont wear knickers’, he said pantingly, ‘They can be an inconvenience at times’, I repied challenging him to go further with my eye... locked onto his without blinking. Easing my leg from under me, down onto the ground, I slid alongside him and whispered directly into his ear, ‘Lets go out onto the balcony, it’s quieter and darker’, got up and walked out into the cool fresh evening air. I was light headed and slightly giddy in such a highly charged state of mind and sexual arrousal. I. The card had only his name on it and nothing else. He wrote something on the back of the card and handed it to me. I could not tell what he wrote as it was in Italian. He told me that I should keep the card and if I ever needed a favor I should show it to anyone in town and I would get what I needed.I almost refused but then thought there was no harm in accepting the card. It did not obligate me in any way and it made him feel he had done something for his son. We shook hands and I was driven. We had been married for 10 years and had a great sex life. Even after pushing out 2 k**s she still had the body of a woman in her 20's. My wife was an only c***d, so when her Dad died last year she started spending more time visiting her Mom. My mother in law lived a few miles from us, and we started having dinner with her on Sunday afternoons. Mrs. Mary as I called her was still sexy at 55. My wife was a miniature version of her mom. Mrs. Mary still had a banging body. She worked. This meeting is informal, but ifyou want any professional help, I am obligated to send my notes andthoughts to the doctor of your choice."I had to say that line. Since I am not a trained professional, I must sendmy notes to a trained person in this field. Belle may claim that mythoughts are on target, but the people I try to help need to see licensedpersonal to get the aid they need. I cannot prescribe drugs or any type oftreatment. All I can do is to suggest things for a person to do. Yes I.