...and decided that when she stayed with us i would stay up later then everyone else in the hope that she would come downstairs. She used to come dow... after her shower and for several vistits i would lay on the sofa wanking cos the stairs came past the front room and i could tell if it was her by her nightdresss. One night she came down and on the way back up looked through the gap in the door and we caught eyes but nothing happened. A few nights later i took her reading glasses from the bed. But at the same time I had this gnawing fear, that if Sue was that excited about this man after just two evenings of dancing, how strong would this attraction become if they actually became lovers. And this fear ate into my soul, just as it drove me to new heights of excitement.I looked at the clock. They’d be here in a few minutes, and I still had no idea what I was going to tell Sue. I felt like a man being literally torn down the middle, as fear pulled me in one direction and excitement. I could not hear the knock on the door but I definitely heard the door creak open.I stumbled out of my chair making a huge racket. I had the TV remote in my hands and turned it off before my secret could be discovered. I managed to get my pants on before the person could enter the room. The question remained who the hell is this?"I am sorry; I thought the room was unoccupied. I can come back later sir. What time would be best for you sir?"To my American ears her British was so quaint and she. “Either they just fancy a quick grope or are not interested in women at all” she said.Seeing my puzzled expression she explained that women whose friends are widowed tend to be worried that their husband might be tempted to stray. “I’m still young enough to want and need sex you know – but there are few men of my age still free and available.” I asked what she did about it then and she said that “I find the occasional man to play with, and sometimes I even play with a girlfriend or two”.There.