The man says, “What’s it to you?”I reply, “Just asking my friend’s wife if she has a problem I may be able to help with, that’s all.”He ...ays, “Soon to be ex-wife, you mean. And it’s nothing we can’t handle.”I say, “That so, I wonder when she’ll get around to telling him that. When I spoke to him, earlier today, he thought all was still well. I had to speak to him, because I’m his landlord and I upgraded the security on the house and studio today, at his request. I had high security locks put in. "Two hours later Steve and I were standing outside The Scarrisbrick's Knightsbridge Restaurant awaiting Clive. " Hey guys! Wow Jayne you look gorgeous!" Clive was dressed sharply in a blue suit over a gleamingly white shirt that contrasted so starkly against his dark skin, " shall we?" he guided us into the restaurant to our table. We quickly ordered and a waiter swiftly poured out some wine into our glasses. Ninety minutes of small talk later we had finished our Pate starters and steak main. There were ample breakfast cafes by the bay, one, in particular, was shabby and rusticly cute, dressed with small green plants and mismatched chairs but it had an amazing menu. Walking there hand in hand made me smile. She was so hard to read except when you were fucking her, even when she reciprocated. I guess that was part of her charm, the idea of her opening up emotionally was getting confused with her opening up physically, as crude as that sounded. We reached the stone steps leading up to. But I can relate that to some other story. some time.. She was nearly 20 years older than me, but she looked to be only mid 20's herself. Anyways on with the story..I had nothing but basketball shorts on and a tank top. She had some really tight yoga pants and a sports bra. She asked me if I was ready and that we were going to start with basic stretches. I had some pain so she decided to mirror me at first. Her legs spread wide as her feet touched mine. She gave me a clear view of between her.