But I was married, and that was forbidden territory for her.Or the time I wrote her an erotic story, and she ended up reading it while alone, out in a...field in a park, and ended up masturbating out in the open, reading my words to her. And then she wrote back to me. Wondering if...Wondering if I was as hard writing to her, as she was wet reading what I wrote to her. Yes, I guess I was. No. I definitely was.But I was married. End of that fantasy. Another case of blue balls.Back to dinner. We. We usually stayed the weekend in my holiday cottage on the South Coast -.spent time just being away from it all – venturing the long sandy beach in slow time and paddling the delicate waves and just simply lazing about and snogging on the beach until we realised the tide was inward bound at a rapid rate and so it was all systems go back to the cottage for a together shower and then some eats before the joys of the evening and the night. I loved for us to shower together, still in out bathing. Slowly he kneels between my outstretched knees and strokes my calves and ankles before catching my ankles and lifting them. I lean myself back to the couch, letting my legs come up easily, giving my knees free range to part fully, and he pushes my stocking clad feet back towards my head.He has my considerable pussy right in front of him, I’m 58, and it’s seen a lot of hard action through my sex life, its wet, it is gaping open slightly and my inner labia lips are swollen with excitement. His. ”“Sounds good to me, Paul. Did you get that down, Madge?”“Got it, Jeb. That sounds like the strategy I recommend to my clients when negotiating the sale or purchase of a home.”Arron said, “Sounds like you are a real estate agent, Madge.”“Yes, I have my own business in Kenmore.”“I guess the President’s people will be going up against a pro, Paul.”Madge said, “Now don’t try to soften me up for them, Arron. I side with Jeb for these meetings and he will get my best effort.”I said, “Hey you two, we.