We posted poems at each other's walls. Despite being a dream team as a couple of lovers as Princess with her Prince Poet, well, we had some sad set-ba...ks as well. By hand I wrote booklet about our love. Very fast. Only three weeks for 200 pages.We dream of her visit to me in my cosy little corner, the 'armpit' of old town and the old wood harbour across my street. La bella Isabella will have her own room, but be most warm welcome in my big bed every day and night. Or on my tasty table.High. But when I tried to remove her glasses, she resisted, pushing my hand away, and did the same when I went to unbutton her blouse, instead unfastening the waistband of her skirt, and wriggling out of its tight constriction, pulling it down impatiently, revealing her long legs clad in black, lace-topped nylons, garter-belt, and white silk lace panties. As I reached to stroke her honeyed thighs, hook my fingers under the panties, she was unzipping my fly, and reaching under my underpants to release. Since Geoff had a very good job as a partner in a law firm,I didn't have to work. All I had to do was to be a wife, and a mother.I sighed at my good fortune. I was truly happy. It made me rememberthat it wasn't always that way . . . . ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Exactly one year earlier . . . . I remember the phone call like it was yesterday. I was at my officepreparing a demand letter for a client. As a personal injury attorney, that'swhat I do. I had the good fortune. Something about her intrigued me. She was so, ... classy is the word I decided on. I certainly had no interest in “eldersex”. I liked nubile bodies in my bed, and I usually dated women younger than me. If I had what you would call a “girlfriend” it was Claire back home in Montana. She was more like a friend with benefits. She was 33, divorced, no kids, and had told me many times she could make us exclusive if I were to make the commitment. At the moment, we were happy with the way things were,.