If I was twenty years younger, I would snatch you up.”I got so turned on hearing that. I just blurted out, “You’re so beautiful if you weren’t...married I would snatch you up in a heartbeat.”A little confused, she smiled and said, “Well, I do notice you looking at me a lot, especially because you live across the street.” Then she surprised and asked, “What are you doing when you’re watching me behind the curtain”. My heart sunk to the bottom of my stomach. I was busted big time and kind of. I have a lonely night ahead of me otherwise and a long drive to Sacramento tomorrow.”She glanced at the back of the diner where the cook was and sat down.“I suppose you use that line on all us waitresses, do you?”“No, not at all. It’s just that I’m in an unfamiliar environment here and I am extremely lonely.”I did not add that I was also very very horny. My wife being indisposed lately had meant that I was doing without. I had jerked off daily for sixty straight days and was very eager for some. We had partied with them all night, and every single one of my holes was stuffed with cum, the salty flavor of cum thick on my tongue. I was on top of Leah, her legs wrapped around my waist as our clits rubbed together. It was almost like fucking her, the way I ground my pussy into her. Leahs hands were roaming up and down my back, tracing my spine, then she slid down to my ass, kneading my cheeks, pulling me harder into her clit. Her tongue was in my mouth, exploring me, her tongue salty with. Barnabas, a private school for boys. She had often thought it a strange and frustrating place to educate boys and, in their final year, what were really young men. They were cut off from female company except for the school matron, a few women who worked as cleaners and kitchen staff, and wives of house masters like herself. Then again, she was isolated herself in the system. At eighteen she had lost both her parents. Six months after their death she had taken a short holiday at a seaside.