But, I nodded. My life was flashing before my eyes.I had to think. There must be a way to get out of this, I just had to think.Of course, there was no...way out of "this". Not without losing everything. Our home, our financial future was all in deep jeopardy. I was over 45 years old, the economy sucked and NO ONE WAS HIRING old guys.I panicked.I flopped down in the chair and said "What do I have to do, exactly?"He smiled and said "just see to it that I get to fuck her within the next two months". I got up and dressed and headed out the door of my parents farmhouse. I started the drive into town as my mind played my dream over. There was the intensity of the sex but then the panic when my anonymous lover asked to meet me face to face. How would I answer? If I said yes then I would have to meet my father and admit that I was his lover or answer no and risk that I would never get to fuck him again. I tried to get my mind on something else. My mind then wondered what Stacy wanted to tell. She returned with a warm washcloth and had gently gone about dabbing my balls with warmth. So intense was the feeling that I had to ask her to stop. "That's okay," she softly said through a lovely white smile. "I have another idea." I propped myself up at the headboard while age made herself comfortable in the far corner of the bed. She slowly peeled her stockings down her legs, then her garter and tossed it in my lap. She began to tease her clit very gently, then bit by bit began dipping. But they had been adding on an extension to the building my wife worked in, and as all of the guys doing the job were from out of town she'd been a little flirtatious with a few of them--and had a few "accidental" wardrobe malfunctions. She had several of them ask her out or in a roundabout way come on to her because they had been told when the job started not to bother any of the girls working there. They were almost finished with the job and would soon be on another job thousands of miles.