We spent the day just being bums, lounging around, swimming and napping. I had the concierge schedule Abby for a full spa treatment, something she tho...ght was a splendid idea, and she was off to enjoy being pampered by mid-afternoon.I miscalculated. Abby was off being soaked and massaged and whatever else they did in those spas, and I needed to dress for the party. I was invited to a pre-party at a local hotspot, one of the starlets who was hoping for a role in the movie was coming here to meet. I am Marjorie, married to Paul my husband of 22 years. Initially in our marriage like many others, my husband wanted sex more than I. At this point I wish I had given him more of what he wanted. We both got to find out what that one president was talking about when he started marketing stuff for E.D. My hubby developed erectile dysfunction and now sex is no longer an option, for him. I felt guilty as well as frustrated at the same time. I'm getting closer to 50 (not there yet) I have developed. ‘Oxford, 1978.’ Laura, a Cambridge girl through and through, sniffed disdainfully. ‘Oxford? Oh, well, so I was mistaken.’ We both laughed quietly at this harmless academic banter. ‘And,’ she continued, ‘I’ve noticed that when you smile your face puckers in a way that’s actually quite attractive. You’ve got very intelligent eyes, too.’ I used them to gaze at her steadily. ‘Thank you,’ I said softly. ‘Oh, god,’ she muttered. A strange combination of fascination and fear, tinged with awe, slowly. We were both sweaty. Kissing we continued moving I could feel his heart beating in his chest. Pulling me into him he grabbed my hips and began to move me. My heart was racing, I was going to cum again. Grabbing his shoulders, I moaned with pleasure and then again felt the deep throbbing of pleasure as it spread through me causing butterflies in my stomach again. I collapsed on him for a moment and decided we needed to finish this in my bed. I wanted to feel him above me taking me for.