I stood there drying myself having a quick peek at her from under my towel and guessed she was about 40. She had a bikini on and as she moved about a ...it I saw more and more of her tits and was sure I got a glimpse of nipple. I got a bit too engrossed in looking as I suddenly realised she was talking to me. With a smile on her face she asked me what I was looking at. I was totally flustered, I mean, I was a horny fucker but this woman was as old as my mum and I thought I was in trouble as it. The following is my gift to the authors and readers of this list. Anyonewishing to archive this story should contact me for permission (which willprobably not be unreasonably withheld). All rights reserved.Santa Claus and Mrs. Claus are fictional characters. The SRU Wizard andSpells R'Us are the property of Bill Hart and he holds all rights to thatcharacter and if asked, I will remove it from this story. The names of TGauthors who appear here appear without their prior permission,. But Eric was right, I was hooked. I'd finally given up, and dedicated one day a week to it. I didn't tell Eric until I was done with it. He'd dropped by, on his way to another date. Somehow word got out that we weren't drug dealers, but movie makers. Poor little rich girls, poor girls, and just regular girls were suddenly interested in playing tennis with us, inviting us to the juice bar afterwards to 'get acquainted'. It got so bad I thought seriously about changing clubs.Eric was having the. "We've been blessed," he insisted. "We've been given what most people could not find in a lifetime"She rested her head on his chest, sobbing. She clenched his shirt. He closed his arms around her and murmured words of comfort. He rocked her like a child. He pressed his nose against her head, his brows knitted as anguish squeezed his chest, a keener pain than any physical ones he had felt before. He knew that she is all the reason he needed for staying alive.But he did not want her memory of him.