The air was filled with the heady perfume of nectar and pollen, as well as the faint buzzing of insects. It was a tiny microcosm of Utopia. It was the... that he heard a twig snap behind him, accompanied by a feminine gasp. Whirling around, bow at the ready; he was not prepared for the sight that stood, shaking, before him. Five paces from him, just before the tree line, stood a Nymph. She was stunningly beautiful, and he was immediately filled with a carnal hunger. Nymphs are normally skittish. She was middle aged now and like the proverbial fine wine, just getting better. It had been a few months since his divorce had been final. There had been no ‘divorce’ party. He didn’t even tell anyone but a handful of people about it for a few weeks. Keeping to himself and actually drinking a little less than before. He continued trying to sort out his life, still asking himself the same question that he’d been asking at least once a day for years ‘what am I going to do?’ Feeling better about. She shouted back telling me the location.As she finished shouting, they both giggled as if they were hiding a secret. You can figure that out as after one giggles then they make an effort to shut up but still cant stop laughing.Since then I was wondering what they were doing inside and giggling secretively. After I gave money to paper wala, I went back to her door and knocked her door asking what they were doing.They took a couple of minutes to open but eventually she opened. It kind of felt. I bloody love wanking. Now I know how to do it right. Took a while though. Sure, we had the 'birds and bees' chat. Me and Dad. Well, he just sort of mumbled some stuff and I sat looking at my feet. “It's okay Dad, we do have sex ed at school,” I said. That was it. Job done, he scarpered back downstairs to safety. I pull my legs up and deftly flip the top half of the duvet down with the soles of my feet. A trick I've been perfecting for a few weeks. Forcing my hand through the fly hole, I hear a.