” I pat the sofa next to me invitingly. For a guy nearing fifty he was wearing well. He was all man; nicely muscular; his face ruggedly appealing; h...s hair a steely grey. If he’d been wealthy there would be a queue twenty miles long!On the drive up to Heathrow to meet him, I’d become philosophical; reminding myself I was now a thirty-something widowed librarian; who had an opportunity to repair the rift there’d been with my father. I’d wanted things to be normal between us but then seeing him. Gwen smiled and responded to the adoring public with words like ‘Thank you’, or ‘I feel so humbled’, and ‘God Bless America!’ Most of the people that gathered along the sidewalks were well mannered and the Secret Service agents had little trouble maintaining a modicum of order. Gwen knew that Congress would be smarting from her verbal beating and would be considering all sorts of retaliation. She decided to remain in the public eye as much as possible while the nation withdrew its military. " Good." Tika stated. "Tira-Mother, how old is Davdan?"Tira thought a moment. "Davdan is one hundred and thirteen years old, Tika. She will probably only live another thirty years." Oh. Tira-Mother, what is a bet?" A bet is a guess about what is going to happen, and you risk something on whether you are right. Here, you take these twigs, and I will take these twigs. Now, I am going to throw my screen in the air with many spins. I will bet you two twigs that it lands on its back. You could bet. Feeling the hands on my body and the rubbing and squirting down there doesn’t meet my most important needs. I need loving sex from a man who is not joining with a busty beautiful blond body, but with the person inside that package. And that man is my boyfriend. He is not handsome or rugged or even have the biggest penis I get regularly. He just loves me to pieces.I work part-time at the office but am also on call every other day for a 24-hour shift. That can be inconvenient. Night before last.