First she had me turn around, and she made good on washing my back. I had some experience with shower sex before, but that was the limit, just sex. Ne...ver had I felt a woman clean me. She even knelt down and washed my ass, she was so thorough! Not that I was in need of it there, I take pride in my cleanliness. She asked if I was ready to turn around, almost as if she expected me to say not yet. I asked why she was being so thorough after telling her this was a first for me. She smiled from ear. "Ass! I mean I think I know what I want. For my birthday." "Given it some thought, have you?" "Quite a bit, actually," I said, and bit the corner of my lower lip. I'd actually decided about two months ago, but hadn't said anything, and my hesitance resurfaced. I took a deep breath and went for broke. "I want a year. I want my year." I watched his face for a reaction, but it stayed impassive for a second, then his eyes narrowed. "Gotta wait another five, till you're forty," he intoned. "No,. ”“I doubt it. He probably sleeps with his secretary.”“If I had a hot looking wife like you, I’d never leave the bedroom.”“You really know how to treat a lady. You’re really making me blush.”“I can make you feel all kinds of things. Do you want to smoke a joint with me? It’s really good shit!”“I’d really like that. Come upstairs with me. We could go up to my bedroom.”I followed her up to her bedroom. I couldn’t believe she had a stripper pole in front of her bed. My mind was in the gutter. It's hot, and you drove allthe way out here. Why don't you come in, grab a beer and a snack and goout to lunch when he gets back? I'm sure he'd be sad he missed you."I shrug, and walk back up to you with an open smile. "Sounds great. Leadthe way, pretty lady."You turn, smiling as you lead me to the kitchen. You always feel asecret tingle when I call you "pretty lady." You know it's just meant asa term of endearment, but you also wonder if I also view you in a moresexual light.You walk over to.