Better for both of us.Except that there was, in truth, little wrong with my sex drive. I simply did not fancy my wife any longer. She was 50 and looke... it. My ‘problem’ was nothing that a raunchy little hottie half her age could not fix.Did I actually need a PA? Not really. I had managed without one thus far and could easily carry on doing so. It could be halfway justified, sure, but I was fully aware that when they saw the sort of person I was planning to hire my employees, the guys in the. When I finished I opened my blouse and cupped my hands over my breasts. "And you have never seen a nude woman before?" I asked, again." No... only in magazines," he said slowly."Well. What do you think?" I asked, slowly removing my hands and allowing my breasts to fall free. He stared and I opened my blouse further exposing my nakedness for his innocent eyes to see. "Do you think they are OK?" They... they are beautiful," he stammered.I smiled. "You can touch them if you like," I said, somewhat. I had been so close to it that I hadn’t ever seen her in all her glory like this and now I could see everything. Her bum was open and her clitoris was being gently massaged by the movement of her lips moving the little hood back and forth over it and by his balls touching it right at the end of each long stroke. They were both in a world apart from mine and I could only watch as he brought her closer and closer to what she longed for. His head was erect and his nostrils flared and he gritted. In the meantime, I sat next to her and put an arm around her and told her that I didn't mind if she peeked harder, that it made me hot when she looked at me. She admitted that she had learned that she was increasingly interested in women. When she saw porn, she always made lesbian films. That was the time for me to talk about my favorite subject, lingerie and clothing. I sat next to her and put my hand on her leg. "Are you wearing nylons," I asked? It was pantyhose, not really my choice. She.