Seeing as he felt he was a “god fearing” man, sort of, and seeing as she was a married woman, he knew this probably wasn’t the right thing to do... but nevertheless he liked her too. It was evident or he wouldn’t have come. She said she was fine and asked him to sit. Once they did, they talked. Conversation wasn’t the big item of the day as all she thought about was getting that shirt off his chest. All she thought about was him taking off her clothes and making love to her body, making love to. He was a lovely young gent, nervous too, I think it was his first time with an older woman. We went through to the kitchen and I made us both a cup of tea and we had a nice fun, friendly chat to break the tension and calm both our nerves. Just as I had told him to, once he finished his tea, he asked to use the bathroom. I showed him where to go and when he shut the door I got ready.I had this dressing table/cabinet at the time, it was actually quite like a desk only narrower, it was directly. He rubbed me, gently, his breathing becoming heavier as my hips thrust with every sensation he gave to me. I didn't last long, I began to cum not soon after he had touched me.After my orgasm, he got up and went to the door. Still he said nothing, and I stared at him confused."Daddy?"He pressed his fingers to his lips and walked out the door, leaving me in both a state of satisfied bliss and confusion.When I got out of the tub, I had gone to look for him and found that he had locked himself in. ‘I garden, read, write–mostly poetry.’ ‘Oh, I write poetry, too,’ Jenny said. ‘I’ve written two books.’ ‘Really, you’ve published,’ I said, turning to her. ‘I’d love to see your work.’ ‘I’d like to see yours, too,’ she said. ‘Maybe we can have a private reading later,’ she added. ‘A poetry rendezvous.’ She smiled at me, looking seductively at my eyes. ‘I think that could be arranged seeing that your room is just across the hall,’ I said, smiling back at her. ‘Yes,’ she said. ‘I’d like that. I.