Augustine grew as if it were on steroid. It was good exercise too. That Monday morning my first stop and only stop for the first time since the summer...began was the Wilson home. The Wilsons had the standard patch of grass as I liked to call it. They had a patch out front and a little in the back besides the pool area. The house was the typical stucco painted peach like many of the other house in the neighborhood. I knocked on the door. Mrs. Wilson came to the door. I was already sweating from. Am I finished with Morris and how did you do it?'The answer was short and simple. 'All will be revealed at the meet. The phone shows you are being followed. He seems to be horny teenager, but be careful you are not followed here.'My answer was, 'Yes but he can't follow during school hours or far from my house. It isn't a 24/7 kind of thing'His answer, 'Come home at 2 PM today.'My response, 'Can do boss.'I spent the two and a half hours prone on the sofa. That time was well spent, since I gave. When he does get home, often only for a weekend before he is travelling again, we try to spend as much time in bed as possible. Having a sixteen year old daughter though, doesn’t help in this regard. When we do get to fuck, it is usually muted so we don’t disturb Katie, and often more than not, sex sessions are quick, before jet lag takes control.I’m only in my late thirties, and so I’m told by my friends, and the occasional passer-by in the street, I’m still quite attractive. I have short. I want to be wined and dined,” she said flirtatiously.We walked over to the restaurant hand-in-hand. The place was small and intimate and filled with couples talking quietly and making “fuck me” eyes at one another. I was certain everyone in there planned on having sex later.Jennifer and I were flirty. We touched one another under the small table. I rubbed her leg. “I don’t think we should stay for dessert,” she told me.I agreed.Walking back, we stopped in the moonlight and kissed one.