Tony, moving gracefully like some fat men do, came over to hit on Vanessa and me. The fact that she’s a lesbian, that we’re married, that I rarely...take a guy to bed ... none of that mattered in the least to Monsieur Gonzales.I wasn’t the only one checking the handsome gent out. Rebecca, with amused interest. Mindy, with some calculation. Pilar ... just curious. Although I haven’t yet learned to read that little girl. Even my mother glanced at Tony from time to time.Vanessa and I helped. ”“I don’t know if I can make it...” Could I do this? My feelings were a confused tempest. I had meant it. She had always been my one that got away. And suddenly I learned not only was I hers, too, but she craved me? Was this really happening?“I’ll wait for you. And Peter?”“Yeah?”“Don’t cum until then. I want all of it for myself.” And before I could reply, the call ended. I quickly typed out the details of next week. I feared I already knew what I was going to do. Could I really do this? Could. I could not have this going on, I had spoke to hubby, and he was all for moving him to another care home, where there is more male staff, he was a partner in that one as well, but I liked Sam, he was a cheeky sod, with a charming way about him, a ex soldier, who was not visited by his family, though they paid his bills once a month.So it was my decision he stayed where he was, at least until I sorted something out with him. So that afternoon, I called on Sam knocked on the door, and he answered. I walk up to his. He looks shocked that I'mtaking the initiative. I lean over, my hands resting over the sill ofthe open window so that all 10 of my sexy nails are on full display.Pushing my elbows out, I lower my face to his. I see his eyes drift toHeather's lovely contribution at the corner of my lips before returningmy gaze. I speak first: "Hey, I'm sorry, we're running late for anappointment. Can I get your number and call you sometime?" But of course," he responds. He reaches into.