”“Who says so? If we both have feelings for the other and want to make each other happy, there shouldn’t be any limits.”“But...”He leaned ...ver, took her chin in his hand and kissed her. She started to pull away but hesitated for the strong, gentle and sweet kiss took her breath away.“David,” was all she could whisper as he pulled her to him and their lips found each other once more. Images of her bedroom fantasy filled her mind and she felt those same yearnings return.“David,” she breathed. Of course I played it up telling her she was probably the prettiest of all of Nic's circle and how the guys must be flocking around her at school. After a few minutes of throwing a few complements at her, she suddenly grabbed my hand and pushed it under her shirt on the top of bra containing her small but pert breast. I pulled away totally not expecting that to happen. She got sad, telling me that all I had said was rubbish, she was the ugly duckling of the crowd and I must not find her. I’m often accused of reading too deep into a situation, but I think I read this right, after all, after 25 years married to me she deserves to explore her wants and needs, I also knew that I had the power then and there to put an end to it, she invited me to do so, but I had my own ball of excitement growing in my chest and my cock growing between my legs. I kissed away the tears settled my damp lips to hers and kissed her deeply “life is way too short” I said and worked my mouth down her body. He said he would like to bring me up to date with a developmentin his life and also to ask me for a favour which he knew I would bepleased to accept. I was intrigued.I was heading for the 'Toledo,' a new prestigious hotel overlooking thepromenade not far from Brighton's LBGT quarter. David had booked a tableat the hotel's restaurant. It was sometime since I last dressed up,another reason why I was looking forward to the occasion.As I entered the bustling restaurant, a receptionist welcomed me..