“I certainly hope so my dear.” Mr Moore whispered back. I opened my serviette and covered his hand. As we ate, drank and talked, and that hand kep... returning to my thigh, getting higher and higher each time it came back. By the time we were well into the main course, Mr Moore’s right little finger had touched my pussy. When it first made contact with my clit ring, Mr Moore’s hand froze for a couple of seconds and he turned and looked at me. He smiled at me and without even thinking about it, I. There is no fool like an old fool said the old adage. Maybe that should have been translated into there is no fool like a middle-aged woman in lust... I crept silently down the staircase and peered out of the french windows, my thin silk slip sticking to my heated skin. It was dark but for a few pale reflections glinting off the pool's surface and I could see very little. For a disappointing moment I thought the swimmer had vanished into the night again, but then he reappeared at the far end of. "Hmmm, I wonder if I could tease him a bit and then sneak a peek," she whispered to herself. After some consideration, she decided to put a plan into action.Her next few days were spent doing everything she could do to tease him. She left her laptop open on her bed with porn on the screen, she wore an old pair of shorts that were now too small on her, she walked past him in the hallway while wearing only a small towel which showed both her cleavage and her ass, she even tried lying on her on. "This may not be an Alex Turner memory, but I'm certain no psychiatristshould ever speak to their patient the way Dr Black was speaking to me."Yes." That probably was true. My life was a bit pointless. Especiallyif there was no Kevin. Which seemed to be the way my mind was leaningright now. But I still don't think it was right that he treat me thisway."And what you want more than anything is for me to just let you go andleave you to it?" he probes."Yes." Please do let me go, I think. But I know.