How so I asked? He proceeds to tell me that he didn't expect any type of relationship since he lost his wife and he had just planned to raise his kids...until they went off to college, in fact he didn't know if he even wanted one. I asked why he was okay with this then, and he told me he knew I was in the fields the past few weeks to watch him and not to read. I couldn’t even deny it, but he told me that it was perfectly okay, and that he hadn't even noticed me in a sexual way until after the. No panties to create a distracting line, no bra to inhibit enticing jiggles. When I answered the front door of the apartment building, Travis’ eyes wandered taking in my clothes and body. Normally I wore much less revealing things and definitely always a bra. His face changed from expectant friendliness to surprise as he ogled me. He was, as usual, a bit scruffy. I liked his lankiness and his genuine, open nature. He couldn’t hide anything if he wanted to. “Good,” I thought, “He knows what I’m. It felt comforting in a way that I can’t explain. Or maybe I could and just wasn’t ready to, yet? I was still coming to terms with thinking of her as my Mistress. It felt like we’d taken a step forward yesterday, our relationship subtly changing. Or maybe not so subtly? My brain was too foggy to work it out just now.“I…” I paused. I was about to tell her ‘no’. I knew where the bathroom was and I was perfectly capable of taking care of my needs by myself. But something stopped me. I looked over. " I prefer Michele Pfeiffer." I'd take her as a second choice," he said."I'm single, but somehow I don't think my chances are very good." Women," he said."Yeah, but it wouldn't be much fun without them."He nodded agreement with delight in his eyes. "I love the old ball and chain." Kids?" I asked."Three." That's nice. Kids are a great thing. They bring life into perspective. All those great plans you had for yourself when you were young, you'd gladly give them all up in exchange for having.