I'm thankful for her.However, since it's been a couple of weeks since my body was used as a playground I find my thoughts drifting to sex and getting ...off. The only time that she seems to get quiet and distant is during bath time. I get quiet then too. It is quite embarrassing for a grown man to be bathed by a woman, who isn't his partner. Especially since the last few times she's bathed me I've gotten a huge hard-on. She quickly does her job and gets it over with. But the pressure in my balls. Perhaps she’d be alone. ‘Even better,’ she murmured as she turned into the road with one minute to spare. Finding a parking space she hurried from the car, not caring about the rain as she ran up the steps of the house at six o’clock. Lifting the mat, she saw the key, glistening in the shadows. Turning it in the lock she slowly opened the door and stepped nervously inside. The house was dark and unforgiving. The wallpaper was old and worn and there were holes in the carpet, and there was a. Her olive tanned skin was smooth and she stood with her posture perfectly balanced. I couldn't stop my eyes following the flared curve of her hips down and around to the dark triangle of her lusciously dark and carefully trimmed pubic hair. The gleam of the skin on her thighs and the darkness of the shadows under her breasts served to make her figure almost stand out in bas relief. I realised how much I had missed the joy of seeing the beauty around me.Suddenly, her hand flew up and slapped my. "Oh Dick" said Ann merrily; we're going to Cherry Cottage! " Us five! " Oh I say, that's simply splendid Ann!" chortled Dick. "We must get on the blower and make plans with cousin Jezebel and Timmy!"Dick's DreamThat night young Dick's sleep was restless with anticipation.Past adventures in Devon were drifting through his dreams.Like the gypsies who'd set up camp near Cherry Cottage one summer; they were a strange band and no mistake.Horse-drawn wagons, barking dogs; the acrid campfire smoke.