I was going to keep it to myself. The truth isthat I really like you. I had to find out if there was a chance of usever being more than friends. I can...t figure you out. I thought if I hiton you a little that you'd put up a wall or tell me that you're notinterested. The opposite happened. You seemed to enjoy it. I thoughtmaybe there is a chance.Then we fell down and there was a moment that we were so close tokissing and you didn't seem bothered at all. It confused me even more.I've been trying. I also suggested that my house might be an option rather than renting a studio.Since my divorce, I have spent quite a bit of time doing up the house that I had kept. I liked to think I had nailed the New York or Shoreditch look in my kitchen diner. I had tiles that looked like exposed brick and steel light shades on pendants. It worked for me.We discussed the concept and agreed that given the market she was chasing, then shots of mature women wearing sexy lingerie in an urban kitchen setting. "We better be rested for the big day," had been Caitlyn's last words to me before retiring to her room. She hadn't even asked me one question about the clinic or what our schedule was for the next day. She knew!I'd left her bedrooms sliding glass doors unlocked and I only waited five minutes after I'd seen her light go out before I left my bedroom and walked across the patio and around the pool. I'd put a Halloween mask on. I knew she'd still be awake and must have been watching my approach. Her clitoris extended about an inch from its sheath. Her labia were puffy and red from the friction. Her juices dripped between her beautiful legs which were still twitching from the stimulus. He had watched the expresion on her face and she had looked just like Wilma after he had fucked her.Herb had always been lucky with the ladies. He had an understanding with Lilian’s mother, Martha. His friend from college, Fred had taken over Martha’s affection as soon as he met her. Martha, introduced.