It was in good shape and he kept it neat as a pin.He let me hold his hand as he gave me the tour. For some undefined reason this pleased me no end. I ...dmired his vegetable garden, and the flower beds would have put Martha Stewart to shame. I told him so.He was looking right into my eyes when he said,"I've always enjoyed looking at things of beauty."For once he had me blushing.We settled on the porch swing, watching the sun set over his pond. He reached over and flipped a switch, and three small. We ate lunch and walked outside enjoying the view. Maria cooked us a late supper when we finally went inside. We ate and went to bed. Tomorrow, we would start on more of our trip.I had a refreshing sleep in Maria's arms. I woke to her smiling eyes and my heart was warmed again. I held her close and could feel her wonderful body plastered tightly to mine. It, the feeling of her body touching mine, did not make me want to get out of bed. We lay together until hydraulic pressure demanded we head. It was Hubby’s short friend, Buddy. Buddy wanted a kiss. He was always the more romantic of that little group. I pressed the START switch and turned around to embrace Buddy. He licked up my ears and cheeks and ran his fingers into my hair. He said, “Poppa wants a kiss.” I kissed him again with a little tongue. He shook his head and looked down. He was opening his pants and pulling out a flaccid cock. “No,” he said. “This poppa right here wants a kiss.”“Aw,” I said, taking it into my hand and. He was harmless and knew I was married and I was very clear that I was not messing that up. My husband knew I occasionally talked to him and even once suggested we consider a threesome with him. I turned that down immediately since I knew that would only complicate things. And now my husband said I was leading him on and shuldn’t continue to respond when he texts. But a nice lunch with a friend was exactly what I needed. We would laugh and talk and I could tell him things I couldn't really tell.