After centuries of doing this, I’ve become very good at reading the emotions of the living, to a point where they sometimes think I’m psychic. He ...as trying to understand what he found appealing in me, and perhaps why he was suddenly no longer interested in the woman he’d been hot for a moment ago. There was that hint of discomfort as well.I just looked at him for a moment, openly appraising him. He was tall, about 6 feet, with short brown hair that he’d spiked up slightly with gel. He was. I was a newly-minted freshman at Fogletown U, and, unfortunately, still a virgin. But not for too bloody much longer, if I could help it.Euglena was still available. She hadn't remarried, and the word was, she was drinking heavily and sharing her favors with anything on two legs. By then she had to be well into her 60s and at that age lovers were apparently hard to come by, even if you had money out the wazoo. Judging from her latest choices of bedmates, she wasn't particularly choosy, either.I. Her house is located on a cul-de-sac and her propertyis surrounded on three sides by a state forest. The nearest neighbor is morethan ½ mile away. I work naked in the yard during the warmer months. Inthe winter I'm allowed to wears sweats, gloves, a coat, and boots when I'mout shoveling. Her definition of winter is strictly by the calendar. I'veworked nude in the yard in early December, running into the garage every fewminutes to warm up.I'm treated like a pet, a well-loved, pampered. She notices my shock and looks up at me and say ‘Well……what are you waiting for?’ She is acting at if it is completely normal for her and I to be eating breakfast naked and we have been doing it for a long time. She doesn’t blink of bat an eyelid. So I take that as a sign of what’s good for the goose is good for the gander. So I stand there in the doorway and proceed to undress myself once again. LOL I sit down opposite her and try to concentrate on what looks like a very delicious breakfast..