“Just be patient, honey, things will happen.”Lisa was right, as was usual for women in my life. On Christmas Day, during the party in the back yar..., I had caught up with several of my colleagues from the University. Ken Robinson, Claude Sammut, Geoff Whale – sadly, John Lions was too unwell to attend, his health had declined in the last few years, and he had to retire from the University. But they told me that Paul Compton was about to replace John Hiller as head of the school of Computer. We were met by an attractive younger woman, who stood behind the counter welcoming us with a coffee. She obviously spoke French initially but reverted to English once she knew who we were, even though I could converse, but thankfully, my poor husband could not.He was taken aback with her, even I could see that, so I asked her in French for the sex toys department and to get there with some fun on the way, and thankfully, she cottoned on to what I was getting at, so she told me to go down the. I wanted them to get on with the show. The last thing they did was pull the stirrups out as wide as they would go and lock them in place. This presented everyone there with a clear view of my pussy. It also gave whoever was going to fuck me plenty of room to work. If I'd been less limber the position might have been a problem, but I'd had plenty of practice at spreading my legs so I wasn't too uncomfortable.Then they brought in their High Priest. He had on a hooded wizard's robe with painted. After all, I’ve had her mostly to myself over the last year since he died.”“I understand that there is a very close relationship between you to,” he recognizes. “Are you afraid that your relationship with her might change because I’m here?”“I was afraid at first, when she told me,” she divulges. “I was afraid with the happiness she was feeling that she might end things between us because you wouldn’t be open to it.”“And you’re not now?” he inquires, looking deep into her eyes.“Well, now that.