“Yes, I’m from the Atlanta area, born and bred! I’m Sara.” She juggled her t-shirt, then stuck her right hand out and grasped Tammi’s.“And...I’m from Toronto. My name’s James.”Tammi stepped forward, and slowly took my hand, then held onto it. “And you’re her Master?”I nodded. “I am.”She looked me up and down for a moment, then looked at Sara. “Is he any good?”I noticed she still had hold of my hand, but made no comment.Sara thought for a moment, then spread her feet wide, pulled her t-shirt up. Both of us were wearing swimming suits and were being all polite and friendly until we started discussing our former spouses. I told her about my second wife needing to be licked on her asshole before she could have an orgasm. Being amazed, because no one had ever licked her asshole, that night, my friend in Ketchikan said, "I would love to find someone who would show me how that feels. But, I am not sure I could ever again speak to him, let alone ever kiss him again, knowing his tongue had. They are highlighted in italic font, and a glossary can be found in the following. I recommend you open this Preface and Glossary in a separate tab of your browser window, for easy reference.Please accept that this story is the effort of an amateur writer. My editor, Duffiedawg, did his best to eradicate typos, syntax errors and false friends. The remaining errors are my responsibility, and they are something you will have to endure. I am also using British English spelling because this is how. I also haven't had sex in almost a year. My ex-was cold, frigid, and a real prude when it came to sex. It felt comfortable talking to her. It was nice. I think she felt the same towards me. Once at my place I told her take a seat and I'll get the laundry soap. I went into the other room to get it. Turning around she was right there. She reached her arms around me and planted the biggest kiss I have had in a long time. I responded in kind. We pulled each other closer and tighter. We stood there.