On a whim, she decided she would call Carlo. Calling him was crossing into forbidden territory, but she needed Carlo, so she would call. ... Kirsten and Carlo had been together for a few months before Kirsten met Martin and married him. Carlo was beautiful, and he loved fucking Kirsten. They did a lot of great sex, but Kirsten wanted more. She wanted to be married. She didn't think Carlo was going to get around to marrying her, so when Martin asked, Kirsten. . I... I want..." No," she interrupted. "Like you said it before." Now he could clearly hear the laughter she was holding back. "You started by saying, 'Teresa... ' she prompted."Oh god. I... I mean... Teresa... Will you marry me?"She laughed in delight. He felt his heart swelling with joy that he had managed to ask her.Then came her reply. "No," she said, and giggled."What!" he exclaimed."Where are you?" she asked."What? I'm... I'm at home. Why?" I'll be right over." And she hung. We pressed our bodies together. Everything had been accepted.That was what it felt like there in the dark, anyway. We finished washing up and got out of the shower. Serena opened the door a couple of inches so light could filter in from outside. I watched her dry off. She was to all intents and purposes, a woman with a cock and balls. Her breasts were real, not plastic ("Hormone shots," she explained.). Her waist curved in and her hips flared out the way any shapely woman's do. I dried off and. Jim was 60 and had been watching babes like this for several years and usually managing at least one successful wank a week if not more. I told him how cool he was and that I’d think about losing a pocket in a pair of my trousers as well. We had a laugh and he said that if he wasn’t having much luck he often resorted to watching the babe a few doors away from him. “You must have seen her” he said, “hot divorcee with a son”. I knew immediately, he was talking about Helen and told him her garden.