"There's something I wanted to tell you," Steve said, when the three of us were alone. "Tiny just told me that he's received an approach from Forbes m...gazine. Their latest idea apparently is to choose and do write-ups on what they are calling the ten "Most Influential Businessmen who Nobody Knows". He says that they want me to agree to be interviewed by one of their senior writers for the series."Lisa and I enthusiastically congratulated him, but he was obviously doubtful about the honor.I. We had a great house, nice cars and two strapping sons, both away at Uni, but it didn't seem to be enough.I definitely fell into the "plain Jane" category when it came to sex! Saturday night after a meal out, missionary position ,yes I love you and goodnight.Although with the onset of the menopause I often felt so very ,very horny and had after confiding in my best friend Julie bought offline a six inch "friend" which she recommended. This was now part of my morning regime most days. Once hubby. Inside a room with no windows. Her trouser legs were tucked inside her glossy black thigh-high boots. Aaaand she had a riding crop on her belt. I felt like I was getting punked and looked around for a hidden camera, except there was only the one BIG camera and it was pointed right at me and there was a big red light on it that blinked, “You’re. Fucked. You’re. Fucked.” “Do you know why you’re here?” “Yes, ma’am. It’s because I missed that episode of Sesame Street that explained the difference. I had seen through the peephole how sensitive she was, and knew she was enjoying this. I licked and sucked and kneaded her breast meat with my hands. She wasn't fighting at all. She was moaning with pleasure in fact, and whispering regret that it had been so long since she had enjoyed a good cock. Her hands now caressed the back of my head and shoulders, and slid sultrily down my spine. It felt so good, I went gentler on her tits. We didn't kiss though, she didn't even attempt. She knew what.