?Madam is onlyfor your superiors Dear, not for the likes of me.??But I was told that all women were my superiors.??And so they are Dear, but,? she pau...ed. ?Oh, you didn't know did you. Iwas once like you dear. My wife, Ms Davenport, caught me in a dallianceand,? another pause, ?well, you can see what she did. But I do have toconfess that I have grown to accept my lot in life. I even enjoy it someof the time. So, no dear, you don't need to call me Madame, I don'tdeserve it. Most people around. There were a few ads from reasonably attractive couples, but they all want to meet, have drinks and get to know each other first. I'm not looking for friends.There were a few potentially good ones from males that I saved as backups in case I couldn't find anything else.I finished going through my email and started browsing the new ads. The problem with a lot of the ads is that many of them are playing games and just want to trade dirty emails, many of them are fake and trying to get your email. This was even more of a turn-on for me: ‘I shouldn’t do this, but I can’t resist’. I wanted to see if it was true. I pressed her back against a tree and, without removing my mouth from hers, began fondling her left breast through the stiff, ruffled fabric of her dress. Again, no sound of protest, no hand plucking at my own. I decided to push my luck, and put both my arms around her waist again before easing my hands down onto her behind, then bending my knees just enough—and she bent with. Tami frowned and said, "Why do you need to wait?" Because she has enough stuff going on in her life, just with her dad. I mean, she doesn't want to go on vacation with us because of it. I buy her explanation, but it's still there, and it needs to be resolved. The last thing she needs is me going in and modifying her brain, giving her a whole new set of things to worry about." I don't think it will cause her to worry," Vicki said."Maybe not," I said looking each girl in the eye. "But I want this.