Each was a five inch wide by fifteen inch longwooden slat of fine grain fir with one smooth side engraved with the day ofthe week and the other side d...licately etched with a round female bottomand the calligraphic legend, this side up on the buttocks and this sidedown on the face of the paddle. I laughed uneasily as the girls told me howthey had met Martin and Jeri at the clinic while I was sedated and thewhole story of what could be used to make duration longer had arisen. Theyhad known about. Tasha sighed, “It’s something I want, but no, it’s probably not a good idea.”“I feel the same way.”We finished our dinner and, as we had permission to do whatever we wanted, within certain limits, we went to Grant Park to walk and talk. I’d considered taking her to Jackson Lake, where we’d have more privacy, but I knew where that would lead us, and neither of us were truly ready to go there. Instead, we simply held hands and walked along the path that led around the small man-made lake in Grant. . we met at a party, realised we lived close-by, and during the following weeks and months got closer and closer ... and one day we kissed .... The time after that, I softly stroked her breasts ... and although Bernadette resisted with words, her eyes as well as her body spoke a different language ....After having known each other for two years, we undressed each other for the first time. At last I saw her magnificent breasts with the large areola ... I smelled her excitement for the first time. I was well and truly fucked! "So an old lady comes into your home and all you can do is mess about with her underwear and what is even worse is that it is the underwear of your own wife's mother, have you nothing to say?No? What are you going to say when I tell Jackie?" Look Joan," I managed to stammer, "Don't say anything to Jackie, please, it was stupid, I don't even know why I did it. I'll make it up to you, buy you some new underwear, but don't say anything, I won't do it again, I promise.".