I hadn’t seen dressed this way for at least two years and couldn’t believe my pep talk had actually worked. I think bit of background history befo...e I go any further though.My wife and I are both in our early seventies and for most of our thirteen year marriage, we’ve had the kind of sex life that most men would give their right arm for. We made love at least twice a week and weren’t afraid to experiment. We were actually swingers and I’d watched and joined in while my wife had sex with over. I burrowed outfrom under the stinky bedclothes and considered what to do."Go away!" I said softly, then more loudly. "Go away!" I flushed to hearmy childish voice which sounded even younger right now. I was fifteen, nosixteen, wasn't I? I didn't have to sound like a little baby girl just becausethe guy who had scared me so was big and strong and had a deep voiceand...."Sorry, sorry!" He said again. "I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to frighten you! Uh, my name is Rob. Rob Willingham? You're Amy. I again looked him in the eyes, we locked into another kiss, a gentle kiss, he was not a man you were rough with, he wanted someone to make love to him but no strings, I pulled him tight into a hug, held him there, I could hear him sigh, like I was giving him exactly what he wanted, what he needed. I released him from the kiss, but held him to my chest, his hairy chest felt so good on my smooth muscular chest.I took him by the waist, lifted him onto the giant bed, his towel still firmly wrapped. He asked her, then begged her, upon the initial refusal, to meet and renegotiate their financial arrangement. Though Megan refused, she eventually agreed to meet him. She knew she had Bay by the balls. She would allow him to pay for dinner, maybe even pretend to be receptive to the change in their agreement. In the end, however, she was only going to squeeze the proverbial ball sack harder, insisting on more money, even threatening to reveal the truth to Mrs. Bay. Megan put on her favorite.