"What do you want?" "What do you mean?" "I mean to keep your mouth shut about all this." I looked down at her pussy as it dripped onto the floor. She ...oticed my facial expression and began taking off her shirt. I became nervous and sweaty as I watched her take off her bra to see her beautiful freckled breasts. I couldn't speak. She grabbed my hand and placed it on her left boob. "You know, I've been watching you at your games. When you sacked the shit out of that quarterback, went to the. Pulling at her t-shirt, I manage to rub my thumb over her nipple. She shudders and I move my hand. I get her into the hold-down that I want and she is immobile. I can look into her eyes, and so I do. Gazing down at her gently, I see the look of surrender in her eyes. I hold her there for fifteen seconds and the fight is over. We stand up. We bow to the judges, each other and the audience. We leave the mat. My only contest today was with Lucy, and so I win the competition. Somehow, I think I. But Sherelle was also realistic enough to know that most guys that young wouldn’t find a woman in her fifties attractive.The bar was buzzy. There were lots of people sitting around tables in the front and back bars – but they were mainly couples or groups. Sherelle bought cigarettes and a glass of wine at the bar, and ordered some fish sticks and chips to come to her table and made her way to the beer garden out the back. All guys, whether they admit it or not find smoking women sexy –. Also, I’d been with April a few times already, and I wasn’t interested in a long-term, on-going thing with her. Not that she wasn’t sexy and fun, but I was already juggling too many balls because of my wives, Elyse, and Abbie. And, if things went as they appeared to be going, an upcoming tryst with Leslie that promised to be a lot of fun.Given my most important relationships, and my commitments to family, work, and karate, I had to ask myself exactly what kind of pattern for this would be.