Just when I was ready for him to fuck me hard and long he leaned down and placed a soft kiss on my cheek telling me how beautiful I looked right then ...and only that he would return to me soon. I wanted to be fucked so badly and I wanted it soon, I was thinking what the hell is going on he gets me all ready and wet and just leaves. After a few minutes I heard the door bell ring and another man’s voice but I could not make out what they were talking about and then I heard it ring several more. I picked up my tools and began to walk out the gate opposite theneighbors yard and stopped at the truck and muttered to myself; "Youmoron, if you like her go and talk to her she was obviously intoyou." "Yeah, shut up." I responded aloud like a moron. Ilaughed when I noticed there she was now at the front window of herhouse peeking out at me watching me.I slowly walked back into the backyard and began removing my shirt andwashing with the hose, when I hear; "Would you like to use my pool?I mean. But relationships were generally not high on their agendas. So after a night of great sex, I would usually feel unsatisfied and disappointed. I guess we were just using each other to get off! So I lost interest in one night hook ups. Back to the here and now…….. So here I was at age 44. Spent 21 years with the company that I started with. They had been good to me but the bubble was about to pop. At least I could see it coming. We had attracted too much attention with our success and we were. ’ ‘Hi,’ Jazz said shyly. Arnie turned to Miss Roberts. ‘Cilla, this is the young woman who wouldn’t take off her panties to save my life.’ ‘So you’ve told me — that’s the third time now. Play another track Arnie.’ ‘Sorry Cilla and you too Mrs Young, it’s the alcohol talking. I can be almost shy at times.’ Jazz said shyly, ‘My divorce came through today — I’ve reverted to my former name of Jasmine Pennyfeather but please call me Jazz, and you too Miss Roberts.’ ‘Call me Cilla please Jazz — what.