The Gatti's lived closer to the Spanish border than Carcassonne so I flew to Perpignan. I don't think the arrivals hall at that airport had seen many ...demonstrations of unalloyed joy as happened that afternoon when the Ryanair flight had disgorged its passengers into the searing heat of the Midi. Walking out of the air-conditioned arrivals lounge was like walking into a wall of heat. I knew that my case had far too many clothes in it!We sat in the back seat together and I could hardly get a word. I took that as a joke and more importantly I am not interested in having sex with anybody. I use to tell him that I don’t want to have sex with anybody but him; I use to tell him that I want to keep myself just for him. But I don’t know if I was telling him the truth, would I like to have sex with another guy? I don’t know. Lately, I have these strange experiences in my life that I can’t explain.After 21 years of a happy married life with my husband there is this young man who keeps following. I took a moment and looked up the mountain to the top of the ridge. This was the place I had been smashed up. I shook my head, knowing it had been a close call for me. Just then the senior supervisor, Pat Brennen, spotted an unknown vehicle parked in the work zone. He headed toward us."Hey, get that car out of here." He stopped yelling when he recognized Helen as the driver. He peered in and saw me. Coming around to my side he opened the door and shook my hand. "Hey, Rich, how're doing? I was. By now my cock was sticking out in frontof me. I started fingering it. I was going faster and faster as I thoughtabout John. I was really turned on as I pumped my cock with my hand. I wasmoaning and moving my hips. All of a sudden I heard a knock at the door. Itwas John of course. He asked me if I was alright. I told him I was alrightand then he asked me if he could come in and shave. I told him it was alright.As he came in I had forgot about the shower doors being see.