“Is that John Gray? “ It was a woman’s voice, aggressive and demanding. “Speaking. “ Who could this be? There was a silence. I pictured the...woman at the other end – edgy, angry by the sound of it – suddenly hesitating and filled with doubt. The line went dead. I shrugged and continued my shopping. I considered switching off the phone, tuning out whoever this was. She would either not call again, or she would leave a message, and then I would have the option of calling back or not. But who was. He made only one gesture: he placed his forefinger to his lips, bidding her silence, before he moved closer, sinking to his knees. She looked down his strong physique, from his kind face, past his muscular chest and trim waist. And in his left hand she saw his generous erection, gleaming at the tip. She eased her thighs apart without his request, accommodating this stranger’s hips. Her head swam with the sensations. A dream. Yet she could feel his heat as the perspiration beaded on her forehead. My body had been telling me the time was right for a couple of weeks. My lover let me in and kissed me tenderly."How do you feel?" She asked."I feel good... I feel ready," I confirmed, nodding firmly.I knew this was quite a big step, and I was glad Nicki had made me wait until now.We went to the bedroom. Away from the steel grey light of late autumn, with the curtains drawn shut, it was very warm, cosy and softly lit in her inner sanctum. Nicki had strategically placed several mirrors for us to. ..4 DAYS EARLIER............... My nurse sammantha walked in with my daily tray of food, man is she pretty..32 years old,5'9 with that blonde hair that always smelled like strawberries,C-cup titties,with a rounded butt that shows she works out."Well Alan(she was the only one who called me that)looks like you have chicken and mash potatoes today"..."well Ms. Sammantha you know its my favorite"..."Alan you know i have told you to just call me Sammantha,it makes me seem as old as i already.