In a few days, my life of boredom was spent using all of my free time with my legs open letting any man enter the café and use it.The most customers ...y café served at one time was when I went to a small town in Sweden, Dals Ed. There were not any available women for men to fuck. All the women were older or happily married. Sexless men were starving for pussy. They couldn’t seem to connect with any at a bar or online. I went to this town and rented a cabin by the water. I put the word out the. “What else is up here then?” Cheekily, I look over my shoulder and grin.“The bedroom...” she almost pants, looking at me with a definite hunger in her eyes. “Come on, I'll show you!” She giggles as she takes my hand and pulls me from the family room. There’s a palpable heat between us.Your room reflects her perfectly, classy and elegant. I suspect she’s not as innocent as she outwardly projects. Stepping closer, I stroke her cheek. The heat that has been building between us makes both quiver a. "Are you sure about this honey?" she asked in desperation."Well, I guess, I mean if you are?"She paused for a second and then replied. "Well, we need to discuss rules, don't we? I mean, is there anything you think is off-limits?" I don't know, maybe? Is there anything you wouldn't want me to do with someone else?" I said."No, not if you wanted to", she said, "I just want you to be happy." Okay, then," I replied. "Then anything goes, right?" Agreed," she replied.Later around midnight, we. Angie was a long, skinny redhead who looked more like a skeleton every year, shoulder-blades poking out, no bosom whatever, and a seriously unattractive skull-face. But after half a lifetime of my own bloated beached-whale of a wife, Angie had curiously become a bit of a secret fantasy for me. Just something different, I suppose. The image of that neat little rear-end, the slim ankles, and the smooth velvety voice, not like Lola's corncrake screech that she'd never even tried to.