.. and I have a spirit in my head that talks to me, and I'm paranoid about everything. I probably have PTSD and I'll wake up someday a raving lunatic,...or worse." I like Martinez. He visited my head when we were in Florida, you know. I don't care about the paranoia. Have you had any strong feeling of paranoia lately? I don't think so. I think that you were paranoid – note the use of the past tense – because you were living alone. Now you mostly have memories of being paranoid. Everybody who has. Do I join in whatever was happening or do I go out and watch? I decided on ……..both. I would go out and watch a while and then join in. The best of both worlds. I slipped outside and bolted around to the side of the house and as quietly as possible walked over to our bedroom window. I looked in to see an image that still turns me on even today. Here was my wife riding the cock of another man whilst Helena knelt behind her licking at Pauls balls and Sharons cunt lips and arse. Sharon was pumping. The food was delivered and we both glanced back and forth from eyes to food and back again. The waitress delivered a single long-stemmed red rose and her eyes lit and a smile poured over her lips. A single glance towards me and a tiny nod as she brought the rose up, brushing it gently across her lower lip... and chills raced through me. Her tongue passed invitingly over her lips as she raised her eyes to meet mine, her shoe slipped from her foot, striking the floor gently. The gentle heaving of. And I knew she wasn’t talking about the washing up!~ ~ ~ ~ ~We quickly settled into a weekly routine, with the ‘climax’ to young Ali’s household duties always being to give her aged employer a deliciously sensual hand-job. Though it was unspoken, this was our ‘sexual boundary’.With summer approaching, it was agreed that Ali’s hours might be extended to include some light gardening duties such as mowing the lawn and some weeding in my small vegetable patch. When it was warm, she would invariably.