Well. Maybe not "all" -- but there was no doubt about it, she'd gotten me out of a horrible slump. I really did owe her -- big-time!"B.J. would have b...ought you out of it," Patti said modestly. "You'd have been all right." Maybe," I said. "But it wasn't B.J., this time. You're the one who brought me out of it. And I appreciate it!" I did, too. I may be as capable of spouting bullshit as the next guy, but in this instance, I was speaking God's own truth.Patti could tell I meant it, and she. In the cold air a warm sensation hit her as a pair of hands landed atop her shoulders and caressed her working their way to her neck. Again something warm, this time on her forehead, a pair of lips as they kissed from her forehead to her nose. She did not however open her eyes for she knew exactly who it was, her lover whom she had dreamt about every night since their first meeting. His arms wrapped around her securely from behind the chair, and the kisses moved to her neck. Reaching up she. Her appetite matched her size."How old are you, Mrs. Shoemaker?" I asked, looking at the high, plastered ceiling and enjoying the warmth and smell of our mutual efforts."Silvie," she said, "I'm called Silvie, and I'll be twenty next month. How old are you?"I told her. "How long were you married?" Nearly three years." She buried her fingers in my groin, grasped the base of my slack rod and then poked at my aching stones. "Are you wed?"I shook my head and smiled at her, my fingers exploring deep. Good idea she said. That Sunday afternoon i had a double room booked not far from where Raj lived very near motorway at about 4pm she rang to say she was in the hotel foyer and I told her what room I was in and as she came to join me I thought just in case I get the chance of a fuck I will quickly take a Viagra pill and swill it down with some Luke warm water.She knocked the door and I thought this is it. As I opened the door she stood there wearing a peaked hat, wooly sweater, jeans, slip on.