There were still four weeks left of the holidays, my parents had decided against a holiday this year with the upheaval and the time needed finding our...feet and Dad locating a new job.It didn’t take me long to work out the new mower, Ok I had to sit through an hour lecture by my Dad on the do’s and don’ts of mower safety. Then I was off bombing around the property chopping down the foot tall grass, perhaps saying I was bombing around is a slight exaggeration. The grass was that long that it took. Ekta time ami or pichone khub ghurtam.Pore sanjoy ok propose korte ok accept kore..Darun dekhte.Ok dekhle j karori valo lagbe.Ar friender g.F holeo amio to ekta chele.Tai na? Amio ok khub line martam.O bujhto seta.Khelte khelte ami kichu nei vebe chandra er pa e rakhtei ami voi kheye gechi.Ebr bole dile kmn ekta lagbe.Ami hat ta rekhe r sorateo parchina.Sete geche jeno. O tarpor pa ta soriye nilo.Amar turn aste ami khelte laglam.Tar majhe ekbar or dike takalam,dekhlam j o amar dikei takiye. Good posture belied her apparent age.As we arrived, Kelly leaned over, and kissed her. Then Kelly introduced us."You seem a nice man, Mike. You may call me Ruth." Why, Thank You for the honor, ma'am, Ruth." I took her offered hand and turned it palm down, grasping just her fingers in mine."And gallant, too," she said. "Please, be seated, both of you."I held a chair for Kelly to Ruth's right, then seated myself across from Kelly, at Ruth's left. I did these things Ruth called gallant, because. My husband, Bill, had very strong interests in the bdsm lifestyle. I reluctantly went along with many of his fetishes for many years. We had “normal” sex on occasion, but more often than not, our sex drifted to the kinky rather than straight sex. Bill especially loved the Master/slave scenes where I would be his slave and do anything he desired sexually. There would usually be some form of bondage involved, but at my insistence, never too heavy. When I protested being the slave, he would.