She waswearing a summer dress with a string of pearls and looked as poised andelegant as she usually did. I leaned in and kissed her cheek."What, no k...ss for me?" said a voice from the stool on my left.I turned to face a stunning young black woman I'd never seen before,one dressed in a tight fitting purple pants suit that emphasized herample curves. I might not recognize her but I knew who she had to be."Jim?" I said. "You, too?" It's Jamelia now, Ricky, and of course me too. It took me a while. ”Thus Timmy and I would meet weekly. I insisted that we did speak a little Spanish beyond “fóllame (fuck me)” that I whispered in his ear as that wonderful cock thrust into my welcoming pussy.For the next couple of months my sex life settled back into nice regularity: Tom, occasional lunches and afternoons with Julie, weekly meetings with Timmy and some online fun. However, just when all looked settled, events and/or people conspired to take me further and in new sexual directions. Indeed, I. Moreover I had prostate cancer 10 years ago and no longer can achieve erection sufficient for penetration following radical prostatectomy. But removal of the prostate gland and erectile dysfunction do not shut down production of testosterone. My libido is intact and, if anything more eager than when I was much younger. I can and do masturbate and have very intense orgasms but no ejaculation. However, I dribble some clear viscous fluid when highly aroused; one of the constituents of the seminal. Her hand cupped the object of her erotic dreams these last few years. If she could see herself she would blush as her fingers searched urgently for the edge of his jeans. There she felt the heat from the tip of his manhood and her fingers curled around the shaft. In that moment she had lost herself, giving her body completely to the forbidden lust in which she found herself enraptured. Her leg curled to intertwine with his as her hips urged forwards towards his pelvis. Her hand worked the tip.