She was smoking and invited me in. At first I said "no" but it only took a few steps beyond her open door for Satan to get me straightened out – Ha...l Satan! - and I went back. I asked her what the deal was and she said that she was looking for company since her hubby was unable to perform. She offered me a cigarette, a Virginia Slims - I didn't know they were so strong - and poured me a drink, rum and coke, but mostly rum. She encouraged me to guzzle the rum, which I did and she poured me. I leaped, almost gazelle-like, straight into the air. I came down, landing on the side of my foot and my ankle gave way. I rolled with it, hearing the sickening crack of something pulling. I landed, once again, at the Major’s feet. I rolled onto my hands and knees, then shoved myself upright. It wasn’t broken, but it hurt like hell. I tentatively put my foot down, to see how it bore weight, and winced. ‘Goddammit!’ he roared, shaking the trees with the force of it. He reached for me, but I. I know it’s hard to be honest by really, it will make your time here a lot more enjoyable. By the look at that lovely hard cock straining to get out of your trousers, you too are not shy…like me. Now what else”?“Well, Yvonne, Like everyone, a lot of what turns me on goes back to adolescence” My problem was how far I was prepared to ‘come out’ so to speak. She was obviously a sophisticated lady so I spelt it out.“Well first Yvonne, I am a devoted lover of ladies who wear girdles. Ever since I. "I guess you're right but I meant it," I said. "I just didn't say it very well. What I really wanted to say was if you are dining alone would you allow me to join you."She just looked at me for a moment. I was beginning to feel uncomfortable with the silence until she finally spoke."It would be nice to have some company for dinner," she said.I moved to her table and sat across from her."I'm Barry Fox." I'm Pam Mitchell." Well, Pam, why are you here alone?" I asked."I live in Louisville but I'm.