I am fifty one anyway,” an embarrassed Ann replied. “You wouldn’t believe how many men out there would love to see a woman of your years being ...nvolved. I would fill this place extremely quickly with interested watchers. Why don’t you give it some thought? I don’t know anything about your sex life, but trust me when I say you will never forget it,” Adam followed up. That night Ann and I had some of the best sex of our lives. Ann was extremely aroused and we even had sex twice. We hadn’t been. Now I'm slipping my hand into my bra and squeezing my hard nipple between my fingers. My hand under my skirt and in my panties is moving faster in my cunt, making a slapping sound against my outer folds, swimming freely in my arousal. I roll my head back and out of the corner of my eye I see someone standing at my door. My cheeky secretary is watching me reach my peak, jaw dropped and eyes wide. She is making no attempt to go away. She's slowly biting her lip while watching me pound away at my. "Lets try that one again," I thought. I was back on the hill again, oh yeah; the breeze thing, and the birds and the butterflies were kinda cool too. Except, I really am going to walk this time, at least until such a time as I get the flying/moving thing down a whole lot better.So I walked. And I walked, and I walked. The only cool thing here was, when I got tired of walking and seeing the same scenery (cause I knew it usually would take several hours if I was to walk out of this valley and. A colleague at work said that he had employed a sort of home help when he broke his leg, and taking his advice I placed an ad in the local paper "Male requires help about the house and beyond, while broken leg heals - ring ... evenings."The paper came out on a Thursday, and I was waiting in to see what response I got. There was a knock at the door, and Mrs. Billings was stood on the step, with her stroppy daughter behind her."Can we come in, I want to talk to you," Mrs. Billings asked.I let.