"No," I replied, "I was wrong, keep the money, I guess you'd rather watch TV or something, but thanks, ok." "No!" she said, "Don't go, most of my clie...ts are shall we say, not in their prime, so?" Blow job?" I asked."Not so much fun for me," she said, as she removed her coat to reveal back suspenders and a black half cup bra. She smiled, "Perhaps sir would prefer?" she said and pushed three fingers of her left hand into her vagina, "Pussy?" No!" I insisted but I had to adjust my rapidly. When she was 14 and I was a month shy of 15 we started our doctor exams and fashion shows. These took place in my bedroom in the evenings. Her usual complaints were of soreness on her chest and on her thighs. Mine were mostly between my thighs and bottom. In the fashion shows we took turns modeling with towels and clothing items.Ann and I enjoyed our play for two months until our mother became suspicious. For major issues my mother, Florence, always consulted with her sister, my Aunt Helen. At. I asked her what she wanted and she said something different. I told her I had a nice fantasy for both of us to share if she was game.She agreed as long as it wasnt too wild. I started my plan, I put a ad on craigs list for a young guy (under 25)who was hung. After sorting thru bullshit emails I found Greg. He was 19 a sophmore in college home for the weekend. I sent him a pic of my wife and Me and he said he Loves older woman(my wife is44). I met him at a bar by my house forgetting that. This nineteen year old beefy gym warrior who was smirking to his musclebuddies now as the elected one, as his made over girlfriend was lashingup 'her' baby blues.Those two actually met before, as polar opposites inside the Fag-Hag'sbeloved, new-age party scene. You know what they say about opposites,right? Opposites attract. Just like Bruno and the other, pretty-facedlittle macho tart, Donny.Unruly male rascals who used to wear cute leather pants when they was outhanging with the motorcycle.