Mr. Henson,70 years old, but very "spry," was watering his yardand whistled appreciatively as I walked by him."You still have the best ass in town, Ma...y Theresa,"the old lecher called out to me.I blushed at the compliment. He was right. My ass waslegendary. We girls love compliments, but so few of usknow how to deal with them. I, for one, always try toreward the complimenter."That's so sweet of you, Mr. Henson. I only have fewminutes, but would you like to feel me up a little?" Come over here,. I was only in my panty He lifte! D me and took into his bedroom. Flunging me on to the bed he pounced. My job was important so I stopped protesting. He squeezed my breast and than sucked them hard. I was getting aroused but the guilt was eating me. After sucking he moved down and ripped my panty. I was now totally nude infront of a man other than my husband. He pushed my thighs apart and kissed me on my slit. Parting the two lips he licked me. I was beginning to enjoy. I wished my husband knew. Until this moment I never thought I would be able to watch my wife with another man, but at that moment I had never been so excited. I watched her hips moving with the music and Rich's hands on her body moving over her back. The expression on his face showed a deep desire while his hands moved to her breasts. He first touched and then kissed those beautiful breasts while she pulled him toward her. Carla turned around so he could watch her ass grind against him. Her ass was mesmerizing the way. I managed to get 'fuck' in again, but I'm not sure how to get the poem started. But I like the idea of daffodils. I really like this 'flower power' stuff, although the newspapers are just trivialising things. It's not all about flowers at all. It's also about getting high, getting laid and, erm, getting things done. I think.Wednesday, August 30Bill and Sam got here at last! But they didn't get here till nearly midnight. And I'd got through nearly all the dope waiting for them. Now, I can start.