Reading them myself, I can see that it might be tough to understand that my life was not a mayhem of constant sex. It was a life of close to perfect n...rmalcy, with a few incidents here and there. But just 3 or 4 encounters a year count up to quite a few when one realizes these happened over 4 decades. I won’t make it to 100 stories, but I may have a few more left. I needed to write this one now, while I am still sure I can. I was sitting in Doc Barker’s office, waiting for him to come in with. It was rhythmic sound. There were frantic moans that were deliberately hushed. He slowed down, sensed the direction - and tiptoed. The moans and grunts became louder, but only slightly - and then he found that he was in cluttered storage area filled with earthen amphoras and bronze statues from distant Rome that were gathering dust. All statues were of well endowed men, or of buxom women - in different states of lovemaking. The moans and grunts were coming from an adjacent room. A brick wall. She pulled on her tiny white denim shorts and then turned round for me. You look beautiful I said. She beamed at me and sat down again. She rested her hand on my knee and took the bottle from my hand. Let me help you she said and started to oil my legs. You’ll get this stuff over your new clothes I warned.No problem she replied and promptly took off her top, then slid of her shorts, putting them back in the bag. No it’s safe., She worked up from my feet and when she reached my knees, her hand. Bahut din ho gayr the dekha dikhai me but kabhi mauka nahi mil pa raha tha bahut gandhe mazaq karti thi kabhi mere gaal masaq ke galiyan deti thi ..Aur main sharieff sa dikhne wala launda bas mann maarke rah jata tha .Fir ek din wo aa hi gaya dosto mujhe kuchh kaam se unke gaanw jana pada. Main mann hi mann soch raha tha ki aaj to chudae hogi hi kyun ki unke pati gov job karte the aur mahine ek baar hi ghar aate the wo apne bachho ke sath rahti thi aur baki ke parivar ke log wahi alag rahte the.