Since I was twice her age, I should have known better. No fool like an old fool came to mind. It ran though my mind over and over while I signed up fo... the Instant Messenger. It took me almost twenty minutes to accomplish the five minute task. That was the case because I was digitally challenged.I signed into the IM using the name Julie suggested. I signed in as BadDeacon. I used the password Deke2212. It was my nickname and my badge number. There were three messages waiting for me. All three. She was average, all average. Curly black hair, she had a little pot belly, maybe "b" cup tits. Dark eyes and a chubby little ass and legs. But she and I really clicked and flirted with each other a lot. I even saw her naked a time or two over the years. This day we were on the pontoon boat and Richard and his sister and dad took my three sister out to water ski leaving me and Mrs. Foster alone. We did a couple of house boat chores and then I followed her below deck as we were talking. She went. I rest my chin on her head and pull her closer. "I believe you," I breathe as I kiss her hair"Good." more of the condescending tone and hip wriggling. Do I imagine this? I must have been a Saint in a former life or an Eunuch. I shudder at the thought and still her hips. If my cock could scream, it would right now, but I do it anyway. I stop.She looks up at me frowning, and I gently grip her chin. "You seem happier today," I offer.She smiles and nods, but I see it in her eyes, the pain she feels. ”“John! Go and get dressed - NOW!” Sheila demanded.“Oh, does he have to? Mrs Wilson said, still grinning. “I don’t see many and it is your house after all. You should be free to do what you like in it. And I’m not worried.”Sheila looked at me and I could see a glint of devilment in her eyes. She worked mornings in a charity shop which Mrs Wilson ran and had often said what a nice lady she was.“No, Mrs Wilson. He doesn’t have to. In fact he can be our waiter as punishment. John! Take.