"Are you OK?" "Yeah. My feet just hurt from walking in heels all day that's all." Mysmile was a little straighter this time but I was still far from s...ober."Well, let's put on your shoes and get going." He kneeled down and tohelp me put on my shoes. Thoughts of Cinderella and the glass slipperwere going through my head. I was staring at him and admiring his goodlooks when Becky cleared her throat as she read my thoughts. He offeredme his hand as he helped me stand up. My legs were screaming but. "For God's sake! Why don't you get off your fat, lazy arse and get out and do something exciting. It might take your mind off your age and will get you out from under my feet."I stalked out in an offended huff and retired to the pub, drowning my sorrows in a couple of pints. I was leaning on the bar reading a newspaper that some previous customer had abandoned when it leapt off the page and hit me right between my eyes:"Parachute Jumping. The ultimate thrill and adrenaline rush. Classes. I work my way down your neck to your chest. Fascinated by your perfect breasts, I give your left one the attention it commands and deserves. Licking gently around the nipple, taking my time before I converge on it. I start sucking it, with a diverse pressure levels showing tenderness and passion at times, and a****listic raw sex instincts at others. As I work my way down your tummy, tasting every inch I can, you run out of patience and start rubbing your self. I stop you. I lick the juices of. " I expected as much. You did tell me you are always prepared." " Yes, but you said you like to play for, awhile, in public. You said something about making me cum?" True but your cumming leaves a wet spot, mine leaves a tent." She quietly laughs as she spreads her legs apart and lets me pull her dress up slowly, lightly teasing her. She reachs for my cock. I stop her. " No my dear, this is for you, already you have fulfilled my fantasy, being here." Talk about a line, she ate it up. She moans.