I told her that Mr Jones had died and I didn'ttalk to the other neighbours. I didn't tell her that Mr Jones was awizard and knew all about her.So she... stepped outside to all intents and purposes looking like a fullydressed woman wearing Trevor's trainers. We sat there around the gardentable with our wine and cigarettes. It was colder now it was dark butshe looked beautiful there in the dark by the moonlight."Let's get drunk to celebrate my birth and to mourn Trevor's passing.Bottoms up!". I explained I worked in a photo studio, doing portrait work, mostly, and of course family photos. She was shy but seemed a good lunch mate as we talked and shared more personal details about each other. When she heard I was 29 she was a bit shocked, thinking I was her father’s age. She had said I was “pretty cool for an old guy”.“How OLD do you think I am?” I asked, and that was when she said I could be her father.I chuckled and told her I was just 10 years her senior, but she still thought. The problem was, I couldn’t think of anything I did or said that she would take such exception to.I could only come to the conclusion that she had finally seen my reality, which included migraines, being generally being incapacitated at times, and, of course, needing to be taken care of at those times. Presumably, she had decided that reality was too much for her.I was annoyed, to be sure, but not surprised. It was just a much more abrupt – and painful – version of the “you’re a nice guy but”. I could feel an amazing orgasm building, then it was released and I screamed in pleasure. “I’m cumming!” I screamed, my body convulsing as pulses of pleasure went not only through my body, but through every last nerve in my body. Then I collapsed on top of her. Not for long, though, as my moans and my orgasm, and the fact that she’d been eating my pussy, had turned Maya on again. She pushed me off of her, only to climb on me herself. She spread my legs, putting one of them over her own leg and.