I was, but the only thing missing was love. It's not something you go out and look for. Love is something that happens to you. It happens to you on th... inside. Of course, my parents wanted grandchildren but my brother and sister supplied them with all they needed.By then I was thirty and life was good. I had all the sex I needed, sometimes more. It got to a point that sex for me wasn't a big thing anymore. I wasn't burned out or anything but if I got it, fine; if not, that was okay also.I had. " She tucked her head against me and murmered into my shoulder "You are so intuitively wise." I thought about tickling her in various places, and had her shreeking and laughing without touching her. She mock glared at me, and growled " I am so going to pay you back for that! Settle down, and I will tell you how my day went, after you 'disappeared'."After you dived into that panier, the Sheriff sort of went insane. He not only thought you had vanished, but that I had turned into someone else, as. I waited outside, fingering my cock through a hole in my pocket. I wanted to give a good impression. Lady after lady came out and I wondered if I had missed her. I stood beneath a street light, my hardon about to grow soft when the door opened and Busther came out arm and arm with another lady. This second lady wasn't a roller derby girl. She was too big to be an athlete, probably close to 190 pounds, most of it in her ass and thighs. My cock sprang to life even as I extended my hand in. But this is a little different. I put on a show for my clients, and in reality don't expose much in the way of emotion. I have seen it all, tasted it all, and fucked it all.Yet Betty-Lou was different!You guessed it. She was indeed a client. One that I had found drowning her sorrows in alcohol at a small pub late one night. Usually I only proposition the older, obviously wealthier woman. But this lady looked down and was very attractive, and I knew I had a remedy for her. At least.