We took a few moments and basked in the post-coital glow. Being with an older man was so much different from being with guys my age and my head was sp...nning. I could hear the waves gently colliding against the shore outside his Malibu beach house and it was an interesting juxtaposition to the nervous turmoil I was feeling inside. Then his voice broke me out of my deep reflection and brought me back to the now.“When will Liz get home?” he asked.“She’s your daughter, you should know.”“Hey, now,. ..''Oh you naughty boy!!''You're the naughty one!''Who me?' She replies with a picture message seconds after. It's her with this innocent sexy look on her face whilst she bites her finger, you know the look! I can feel my erection start to grow. 'Fuck!! Yes you!' I text back sorting my bulge out. 'I have to go now sexy but here's a little present to get you to sleep!' With a winky face and a picture soon after."Holy shit" I quietly say to myself. The picture was of her lying on the bed with. Within a week a slinkingblack cat had adopted me. I think it saw in me a kindred spirit - cleanand solitary. It had one ear and a kicked face had left it with apermanent sneer so I called it Clint. Clint brought me headless mice andmade it quite clear I was the lucky one in the relationship. I joinedthe library, found a small, unpretentious gym and counted myselfrelatively content.Despite the boobs and curls, child-bearing hips and menstrual lows, Ikept facing forwards and made sure that all. Andrea looked at me like I was an ice cream sandwich on the hottest day of the year. She began to send signals, the same old familiar flirts, looks and postures that helped her find me in the first place. I deflected them by keeping Jeffy squarely as the center of attention. She lingered after dinner, before taking Jeffy to her home. She seemed to feel very much at home in many ways. In others however, she was a fish out of water. After all, she was now in a house that was clearly mine, bought.