I flinched coming out of my thoughts as I felt the brush of his hand caressing my check softly, looking up into his eyes. “Come,” he whispered sof...ly, “it is your birthday, and I am going to grant you that one wish you asked of me.” I was startled at first, taking a step back, not even sure if I wanted what I had asked for, but then thought of being able to take that one flight with him. I had always wanted to know the feeling. He stood there, as if knowing what my mind was thinking; letting me. It ended all too soon.As I left the aircraft, I flashed a smile and sent great accolades her way. She smiled even bigger, but she also began to blush. She asked if I had a card (business card). I produced one, and she said "I'm done end of day today. May I call you?"I thought I'd died and gone to Heaven. I told her I'd really enjoy that. Experienced as I am, I was torn between "Oh, Yeah - Right" and "Wow - she knows what she wants!" I paid no mind to things the rest of the day, but was. My wife and I are on one of the sofas and I lean over to whisper some nonsense in her ear so that I can get a look between his legs. Boy, I’m impressed! He has a very nice bulge, very nice indeed. I look up and, uh-uh, he’s caught me staring at his crotch. Then he grins and winks at me. I look around but, thankfully, I do not think anybody noticed. About half-an-hour later, my wife asks me to go upstairs and fetch her a glass of water. Being the kind, considerate, well-trained husband that I. She was happy with her daughters both bright and talented young women and they clearly felt she deserved a new relationship as they had enocuraged her to meet men they knew for dates and meals. But Mr Right was not available and despite her involvement at both local parish and Diocesan level the only men to seek her company had been either disreputable or simply intolerable.She enjoyed sunbathing in her garden in her swimsuit aware that on occasions she was overloked and probably watched. She.