We’ve broken up, I don’t see things between us as quite so dark and gloomy anymore. The weeks have passed, the long cloud of indecision and lost o...portunities that hung over us has gone. We’ve boiled down to an occasional home visit and the sweet nostalgia that makes my throat ache when you look at me like you’re doing now. I can remember good things; what it feels like to be in your arms, or sweating above you, or lost in your eyes as I orgasm. It’s not so hard to sweep me into a kiss, a. ”I didn’t think so. I’ll take that as a no. I can smell the wetness and scent of your arousal Lucy, your sex betrays you.” I let go of Lucinda’s face to push her hair behind her ears. Leaning forward I now took her face gently between my hands as I kissed her full lips to let my face linger next to hers as I whispered. “I can smell the perfume in your hair.... Black Lotus most definitely... a scent very rare and costly.....unavailable and Unknown except to the most discerning and. 'If you can keep a secret I could shower with you', here I paused momentarily as I undid my house coat to reveal my naked and wanting body underneath, and watch his eyes go saucer shaped, 'and lots more that a woman can do to a boy', I continued, my voice thick with my need for him.His nod was sufficient to see my housecoat fall to my feet and open the shower door and squeeze in beside him. His penis was thick and longer than my son's cock, as I held it and forced it down and in between my. Despite there being ominous looking black clouds about, the next few days were forecast to be mild with sunny intervals and mostly dry during the day. As usual on Monday morning I was up early grabbed a quick mug of coffee and a cigarette and then took the Vespa and rode over to Caroline Brookes’ house first thing arriving just after seven. I had hoped that she would still be there as I wanted to thank her for taking Maggie and I to the concert on Saturday, and show her the work we had.