Well! Oh - and another thing. He was older than me. I was in my late twenties - he was in his late forties. I liked that idea. It suggested to me...that he would be sensual.I visited him at his home, while working away on week. It was nerve-racking, but I was pushed forward by my own curiosity. I arrived at his house and he greeted me with some nice music and a glass of wine. For a while, we sat and talked. It was a little bit awkward – but there was a sense of anticipation that I found. The country was on an economic rebound following the war, and by the time I was born, my father was well on his way to achieving financial success. Most of his business dealings were legitimate, but some were not. On the surface, he was an enterprising business man.Dad married well and that went a long way toward his success. My grandfather on my mother’s side was, a successful bootlegger during prohibition importing Irish Whiskey through Canada.I was born September 4, 1948. At age six, I. I’d love to watch that Elvira movie with you sometime. Maybe you could rent it for us.”I could hardly believe that she was inviting me to watch the movie with her, and she didn’t invite my wife. It was hard to tell if that was just an innocent invitation, because of our newfound connection with Elvira, or if she had something else in mind. I didn’t remember that movie being all that risqué, except for Elvira prancing around showing off her ample assets.I wanted to test her intentions and said,. Regardless of the reason, Marty turned right on. I could feel his erection press hard against my soft belly.My breasts were still sensitive from the arousal I had felt with Jo Anne. When I followed Marty to the bed, kissing him all the while, I could feel the slippery moisture between my thighs. I had lubricated again. I expected the lubricant to be of some use this time.I worked on Marty's clothes before he sat on the bed. I had his shirt open and his pants unbuttoned, before he dropped to the.