“If you can’t control yourself, then you shouldn’t use your hands at all.”“I’m sorry, Sir,” I gasped.“No, you’re not.” I could pra...tically hear his smile. “Not yet.”With no warning, his palm smacked across my ass, leaving behind a searing memory of the impact. My thin panties gave me little protection against him. I yelped and then shoved my face into the bed, trying to muffle my cry.“What was that, slut?” Adam asked.I paused, and then pulled my face out of the pillows. “One,” I said. You’re a weird date.” She got in the car. Inside, “Isn’t the conventional approach more of ‘promise the stars and deliver a lightbulb’?”I told her what movie I had in mind. “And I’d rather promise mediocrity and over-deliver.”“You’re a nut,” she laughed.“Gets you smiling,” I grinned. “Sort of the point.”“Why?”“You’re smart and funny and immensely better than sitting at home binge-watching NetFlix.”“Glad you think so.”We worked our way into the theater with a small herd, it being a weeknight,. My father passed away about a year ago and Florence still lives in the house up the road. She often calls when she needs help and I will run up the road and help her out. And this is where it all starts.One night Florence calls and asks if I could help with the water system. The power had gone out and the pump was not working. I showed up and got the pump hooked up to the generator so she could have some water. She was very thankful and gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. This brought. A lady in her sixties was looking for NSA sex. This was back in the day when communication was mostly done by mail. I saw a pic of her. She had thigh high stockings on and was lying on her back. Needless to say my dick was already getting hard!So I wrote her a letter that contained my phone number. A few days went by and then I got the call! She had a sexy voice and she wanted to meet at a local diner for coffee. I arrived before her and waited out front.Soon, this short haired German lady.