I took a moment as I dropped her panties on top of the pile of our clothes, to look up the length of her body and admire it. What a body. I sighed dee...ly. Oh, to be twenty-four again! Stop it, Susan, I joked darkly with myself. How about making it to fifty-two instead!"You are truly blessed, Raquel," I told her.I took her hand again and we went down the steps into the irregular shaped pool. I had this built years ago, and it had a coral waterfall and grotto that was really lovely. All around. That behaviour had failed with me and so even when I fell in with her terms and conditions for fucking(no anal, always missionary in bed, etc.) she knew that I wasn't pussy-whipped and could, and probably would, walk away when it suited me. She had always been the one in control of a relationship, the one to decide when she had had enough of her current victim. She would then dump the poor sod and then go hunting for new blood.Ours was a relationship that was a battle of wills between two. I sat there; my legs tucked beneath me and leaned down to kiss him. His soft lips returned the kiss as his hand gently pulled the back of my head to pull me closer into it. My own hand stroked his naked chest as our tongues tangled exploring each other’s mouths’ and tastes. His hand moved down and lightly started stroking my bare knee. I could feel between my legs tingling with anticipation as his hand slowly moved further up my thigh and under the shirt. I could feel Aiden's face frowning with. In protest the lady of the evening asks him where he’s going. His simple reply is “I’m leaving”.She reaches into her night stand, pulls out her dictionary that she keeps there for just such an emergency and says “I’m a prostitute. Look up what it says”. He dutifully does and read that a prostitute is someone who exchanges sex for money. He replies that he’s a koala and tosses her the dictionary.When she reads that a koala is a furry creature that eats bushes and leaves, she understands.These.