In fact, it had scared me a little, as well. That night I confessed to Clint. He really got turned on and wanted me to describe in detail how the man ...got his hand inside the elastic of my panties, how it felt, how his cock felt really good to me and the whole story. Clint got really horny and started screwing me. When we finished, we started talking about all that had happened recently, and how it really turned us both on. I told Clint that I liked it, and I would like to watch him fuck someone. One of the last clear things he told me was that he didn't want to see Ellen."We sat quietly, looking over the light green grass of the fairways, the emerald green of the greens."You follow current events?" he asked, finally."Oh, yes," I replied mildly. I had no idea what any of this was about, not any more."After Mom died, Tom, I took over managing everything. I went to court, and was appointed conservator of Dad's estate. The medical facts are that, like Reagan, he could live for another ten. I love feminine sounding guys, and she had this breathy, flirty tone that started to drive me wild.It was a Friday evening and she asked me if I wanted to come over and watch a movie or something."What part of town do you live in?" I asked"Gastown" She replied."I can be there in about 20 minutes" I said."Great, I'll just jump in the shower" was her response.At the time I was living in North Vancouver right near the sea bus, so Gastown was only a few minutes away. She gave me the address and. That shut her up. I had no trouble sliding two fingers into her pussy. She gasped, no longer capable of kissing me and letting me pleasure her. My two fingers slowly and deliberately explored her pussy, discovering her soft textures and watching her face as I triangulated just the right spot. My fingers slid in and out, deep, shallow, all the while getting even more drenched in her honey. I watched her body, watched her face, listened to her breath, and slid my fingers all the way in. She.