Enjoy a new story now.Raj was a middle aged man who had completed his 50th year recently. He was a widower, having lost his wife and son in an acciden... recently. Slowly but steadily, he was coming back to normal life. He loved his wife a lot and missed her. But what he missed more was the sex between them. They had had some pretty wild times together. Threesomes and swapping were very common in their life. He had a pretty strong libido. But a person could masturbate only so much. He longed for. Well they didn't until she tapped me on the shoulder."Kinda juvenile of you wasn't it," she said, indicating the broken beer bottle and the now spreading mess."I don't want to be here, and I don't want anything from you. Nothing. Now, can I leave or are you going to sic your SWAT team on me." Zeb, look, I am so sorry for my thoughtless actions. I have had some sleepless nights because of them. I'd just like a chance to talk to you for a few minutes. And, no, if you really don't want to talk to. He tried to seewhat was in both stores from where he stood but the windows were equallycovered with red paint and the doors just restated their names withalways open repeated over and over again so he sat there in the middleof the mall looking around to see if anyone was around so that he couldask what the stores held inside. not seeind anyone he dicided to walkaround the mall some more and when he got to sears he all of a suddenknew that he was dreaming"couldn't decide either could. * The room was too hot and the comb was making no progress. I switched on the window fan, fetched a clean towel from the linen closet, and stepped under the running shower without waiting for the water to heat.Soon I was lost in the refreshment of frothy grooming rituals, underscored this time by a heightened awareness of scent and texture, sensuality in a brand new context, and most of all, the secret smile of having triggered a man's pleasure.Squeezing my eyes shut, I prepared for an.