And if she did come around what difference would that make. Well, again, not a damn bit because I did not tust her—at all!And, of course, there was ...nna, a much better person, but by no means the looker that my ex was. And, did that make any difference. I had convinced myself that it didn’t, but was I kidding myself. I was fifty-seven; a chooser I was never gonna be. Even Anna was fifty. Was she just settling for me? I figured she was.And, the biggee, was she still going to be on speaking terms. He was then out and I felt him move and gave me another shock by having him kiss both cheeks of my bum before he got off the bed. I heard his movements across the room and guessed that he was going to the bathroom to dispose of the used condoms and heard some running water and a few moments later, felt a wet cloth being used to wipe the excess cream from my backside before being wiped dry with another piece of cloth. I then rolled over onto my back and spoke in a rather hoarse voice. ‘Tony,’. We just knew that we were weird and fucked up in the same way, and that made it safe and fun to let ourselves go and seek pleasure wherever we could find it.On the night in question we were looking for pleasure among the dark shadows and writhing bodies of the sex club. She and I stood holding hands, tucked into a corner and taking in the scene. She had on lace panties with a matching bra, I was in just my boxers. We both wore gothic looking masks to hide our eyes. The air was thick with body. Siobhan wasn't sure if Sarah would recognize her but she was out and proud and everyone knew her as a lesbian so she wasn't concerned. By the time she had finished her fag and her coffee Sarah still hadn't restarted their chat even though the chat window was still open. She was sure after five minutes of waiting that Sarah had recognized her and because she knew her was a bit apprehensive. Well at least I've got nude pictures of you now Siobhan thought to herself as she was about to close the.