First, I can't deny that I LOVE the sex. (What have I become?)Second, my marriage was essentially listless. Oh, I loved my husband, but I never realiz...ed how much sex could spice up a marriage, until my son showed me.Third, due to my suspicious nature, I'd always have doubts about any future suitors, with respect to my dowager status.Letting my son, Nick, father a child by me and becoming a family was beginning to make sense to me, once I got past the taboo.Okay. I've talked myself into it. I'm. She liked scotch, I knew, but my entire liquor cabinet had been wiped out just before I met June. I'd been temporarily putting up a sometimes lover, a sleek little blonde who was visiting from West Germany, and found out she was an alcoholic when she left and I discovered every bottle in the liquor closet was empty. Though I hadn't known she was sucking booze almost constantly, I had known she liked a drink and frequently would get herself buzzed and then wanted to be roughly fucked. She'd even. In moments we were entwined, mouth and body.Safiya was loosening her clothing and pulling at mine."But here?" I gasped."No one will come! I must have votre bitte!" I was taken aback at her frank use of the slang for 'cock.' No subdued and chaste woman was she!What was a randy Irishman to do? Safiya emerged from her long black skirt and colourful embroidered top with surprising ease. She had skin of pale gold and with a thick patch of dark pubic hair as well as tufted airpits. She smelled of. Heute war mal wieder einer von diesen Tagen, an denen einfach nichts passieren wollte. Ich konnte mir nicht mal an meiner Mitarbeiterin aufgeilen, da sie gerade in den Ferien ist (… denn sonst würde mir, wie so oft, zufällig der Kugelschreiber auf den Boden fallen, damit ich einen Blick zwischen ihre gespreizten Beine werfen kann. Da sie meist kurze Röcke trägt sieht man dann schön auf ihre von feiner Seide eingehüllte Fotze.) Aber was soll’s, vielleicht werde ich ja auf der Party heute Abend.