I desperately try to make small talk. Why is this so difficult for me? It's my job, for Christ's sake. I've done this many times with pretty girls and...it's never been a problem. Somehow you are different. I look at you and the words won't flow. There is more to it than just your staggering good looks. Your aura, maybe? “Can I get you something to drink?” I ask, “Coffee perhaps?” “Er...çay?” “Tea, sure, no problem.” I turn on my heel and leave the room. You’re ashamed and curse yourself. You. ”Somewhat speechless from all that he said I say “well thanks for calling me and asking me how I am but you called for what?” “… Do you want to come to the park with us?” “I’d love to do that!” “Great meet you there!”Ch. 2 “Hey honey, sorry I kind of overheard that cell phone call… So you’re going out today?” “Yeah is that alright with you?” “Yes it is as long as you are careful and use the crosswalk.” “Don’t worry mom,” “No I worry, just be careful.” She said carefully, “You want to take. We fell asleep like that, our bodies pressed together, slumbering in a cocoon of our own juices.There was none of the stress of fucking, the urgent bumping and grinding and porn star shouts and desperately trying to hold out until she came. This was soft and languid, a mutual gift. It seemed a bit like a warm bath or a long hug, but with orgasming.After Kate's leg healed we tried fucking again. It was okay, don't get me wrong, but as usual I came too early, clenching my eyes shut in a mixture. This was foreplay for us and we were not in any hurry to get our things together.He was in nice shape working out less frequently these days. In his mid fifties, he looked good and his cock was even better. A good eight inches of thick meat. I also kept in good shape to keep my hubby happy and went for run each morning to keep the body trim and tight. He especially loved my admittedly big arse. My tits were small but I made up for it by letting him fuck me any way he liked. I had short, close.