Well, I wasn’t in any meaningful relationship so the odd two week jaunt onto the continent was just the thing. Apart from anything else it paid very...well. Eventually, as you know I bumped into Dawn on that fateful night and everything just seemed to click into place. Obviously the initial attraction was physical but within half an hour of meeting her I realised she was something special. Funny, witty, a good talker and listener, I just loved being in her company. The first night I met her I. He was hopeless when I sent him to the storeeven with the list carefully written out -- he'd lose it. Heseemed to be sleep walking and unable to come awake. I had no such problem. I ran my home and kept track of the kids'distant careers and travels, and booked regular salon appointmentsto maintain my appearance. In many ways I looked younger than ever-- whenever I left the house one or another man somewhere wouldalways be there, hitting on me. When George retired, whenever Iwent to garden. Most were girls. Some of those evidently weren't. I didn't know. I'm a psychologist, not a detective. My curiosity was aroused after talking to a 15 year old boy late one Friday afternoon. He was having trouble relating to the other boys -- acted slightly effeminate but nothing you could put your finger on. He seemed genuinely confused about some of the normal male reactions to girls, almost as if he'd never had such feelings before . . . Not that he didn't like girls. Not that he. Austin then placed his middle finger in also, causing the sounds of pleasure to get louder. Soon enough, the juices began to flow. Her liquid honey oozed out onto his hand. Austin got on his knees and, still rubbing her enlarged clit, he took his fingers out and replaced them with his tongue. He drank up all her juices. He then forced her legs open, getting his tongue deep into her beautiful hole of pleasure on the brink of orgasm. "OH MY GOD!" she screamed as she began to shake and get weak in.