About 5 days into the holiday, Helen's niece came to stay with us. Her name was Antonette and she was a few years older than me. I looked older than m... friends because I was balding at the age of s*******n already as I did not use my male hormones to grow hair! That night Antonette came to the fire and sat alongside me. We chatted about everything and immediately, we clicked. There was a tangible sexual tension between us. We looked at each other and I saw the lust in her eyes, she could see. It had been some time since the comfort of a woman’s charms had relieved my frustrations, and with my stress levels bordering on overload, a good lay might just be the much needed elixir. Gazing through the shadows while the band took the stage, I spied a young lovely in a one piece outfit that accented her shapely hips and small breasts. Moving to her table quickly, I gestured towards my glass and pointed to her. She looked me over carefully, studying my face intently for several moments. He tasted of apple vodka and that combined with his aftershave and masculine scent was intoxicating. Sara had to have more, and Greg clearly felt the same. Maybe he too had been wanting more than just friendship these last few months. Their lips met again, more urgently this time, as Sara entwined one arm around Gregs neck, the other around his strong, defined back, pulling him closer and deeper into the kiss. Gregs hands greedily roamed Saras curvaceous body, groping her arse, her tits and. Something else.Her came Sel. She answered my ad, and I was in awe. First, oddly, I fell in lust with her mind. We were able to speak upon the most intelligent things. Plus she was tall! I love tall women!Inside, she is the most sweet and kind woman you could've met in person.I was straight up in introducing her into my fetish. She did not care. It was all cool, and even offered to paint them many times. The only problem was that she didn't like her feet being touched; but as soon as I got my.