Shit was I like them, was I going mad, had I got a perversion?I only had two lovers in the year between you fucking me and now, well three really for ... had recently started having sex with Kevin, my ex, your uncle. He was fine, he'd always been a good lover, his body was in good shape and his stamina for a nearly fifty year old was good. The other two I met through golf. One was well into his fifties the other mid-forties. The latter was an overweight millionaire who had a dick that really. "You know they get transparent when they're wet don't you?" she hooked an arm through mine and pressed her soft breasts against me, her face a picture of mischief."I think a day on the beach seems like the thing to do tomorrow doesn't it?" Now how did I know you were going to suggest that?" I laughed and kissed her.For a tour of the bars that night, she decided on one of the ridiculously short skirts she'd bought at the market along with an oversized shirt knotted just under her breasts and. The training was soon over and Ryan came up to me. I asked him who the new coach is and he told me he was Marcus and just arrived 3 weeks ago. As we drove home, Ryan was disappointed as he did not make the team for the next game. I tried to reassure him that there would be other games but he was still moody. It was when we reached home when I told him: “Darling, why don’t we ask Marcus over to give you some extra practice? He could also stay for dinner?” Ryan’s mood began to brighten up and. She grabbed the stapler again and stepped out into the corridor. Slowly she walked down to the corner. Her high heels clicking quietly on the tiles of the floor. She felt suddenly alone and exposed. Reaching the corner she looked round, nothing. She took a deep breath, it was just her imagination running riot. The crash that suddenly filled the silence made her jump. Fearfully she walked towards the noise.“If that’s just Alfred being clumsy I’ll murder him.” She muttered to herself as.