His voice died in his throat. She was even more stunning than he had imagined (and he had imagined quite a lot in the last week) her dark hair framing...a beautiful pale skinned face with lips shaded in a dark purple. He took a breath and could smell her fresh scent, clean and alluring, a hint of desire. Up close her dress was trimmed with lace giving her a sensual gothic feel and enhancing his image of the predatory vampire.The silence hung between them for what seemed like an eternity.'Hello?'. Leslie, for that was the boy’s name, adored his uncle, a short wiry man an ex British Paratrooper who had fought in North Africa against the Nazi’s. Leslie could sit and listen to his uncle tell stories of his adventures for hours. The uncle for his part started buggering the boy almost immediately, and the boy loved that too. By the time the boy was ten he was blowing his uncle on a regular basis, and then bending over to take it up the arse. If his parents knew of this activity they said. ” Katie closes her eyes and receives a thick pie in the face. She opens them but could not see through the pie that was covering her eyes. Taking a breath she feels the soft goo in her nose. It smells so good. She smiles; it enters her month and coats her tongue. “Heaven,” thought Katie. She then feels two pies hit her at the same time, one on each side of her head. She could no longer hear but she could feel two hands tenderly working the pie into her hair, massaging it so that every strand. I’m not an extrovert and tend to keep to myself. But I have needs, the same needs of most men in the prime of life. Most of those needs were not met since my wife unexpectedly died a year ago.There are plenty of social media sites to meet women. Some are people wanting a mate for life, others short-term arrangements. I was not looking to remarry. I just wanted to meet some women and have fun. Cindy wanted to have fun too. The only thing was, she was married, although that didn’t turn out to be.