The apples and pears ripened, and we picked and stored as many as we had. We had yellow and red apples and wonderful soft pears. I was used to hard pe...rs where I grew up.I finally healed up to Lena's specifications, and she gave the okay for sex with my wives. "Thank goodness," I said, " My eyes are floating in semen."They all laughed, and then you could see an idea hit Lena. "Is anyone in their time to conceive?"Sherry and Betsy shook their heads. Maggie said, "It is the right time for. But that's the only clue I can give you. I hope you won't judge me harshly. Perhaps we can converse this way."That started an e-mail conversation. I liked her. I think she liked me. Then one day the conversation took a wholly unexpected, on my part, turn."Dear Secret Admirer, Ok. Since it's not looks, send me a photo." Dear Beautiful Natana, Nice try dear one. A photo. Ok here's a photo of San Francisco. I often have dreams of us together in San Francisco. We have dinner at a nice restaurant.. I look into your eyes and see them blaze with your passion. I bring my hands to your body, bringing them up high as I touch your hair…your neck…your shoulders… Your flesh so hot, your skin so smooth…I love the feel of you. I bend in close, I drink in your scent, my lips meet yours, we kiss…deeper…deeper…I kiss you softly now, backing off…you grab me, you hold me closer, your tongue passes over my lips and presses into my mouth. A smile passes across my lips as our wet tongues play together in. This happened because my Aunty used to take utmost care of me. She loved me a lot and fulfilled all my requirements. She almost filled the vacuum in me, of being away from my mother.I never looked at my Aunty from that perspective until I was 15 yrs old. By that time my Aunty and I were emotionally very close to each other. We used to share our joys and sorrows together. I never hesitated in expressing myself in front of my Aunty as was I very frank with her. This frankness was a result of my.