She asked me if I had any problem or concern being her lover while I was in the UK and of course I had no problems with this arrangement. As we had br...eakfast together aunty was interested getting me to practice my spoken English, she said it was very important for me to listen to good spoken English and then to repeat it until I got the right accent. She suggested listening to the BBC radio service each evening after having my evening dinner thereby being able to spend more time together. Later. To be her friend, to do yoga with her, to dance with her (slow dancing), to be intimate with her, in bed, her laughing at my youthful eagerness, me intent on pleasuring her with my fingers and tongue … me BEING her, tall and strong and sexy and busty, with Godiva-like hair! Mmm, why did the fantasies keep returning to that end?Another friend od Dad’s was an older woman, who really liked Dad, although Dad was (a bit chauvinistically, I see now) aiming for a girlfriend younger than himself. Ida. As I slid my cock in and out I could feel our pantyhose bellies rubbing together, making that delicious swish sound as nylon on nylon came into contact.My wife had her second orgasm, and then I lay on my back for a quick breather, while my cock was still hard and ready for more action. Deborah walked across the room and started to wank me, then said to my wife “I really need some cock, may I have some?”. My wife looked at me, smiled and nodded saying “Give her some”.But Deborah then said “Can I. Inside. Searching every room. So far, empty. No one home. I started feeling sad, worried, in the darkness it seemed as if some great bird had flown over and swept away what once lived here, with the shadow of its wing.But wait. Can you feel that? I entered the last bedroom on the left. There’s an energy. So much life. The bedroom lights were off, and something lay lightly in the shadowed valleys of sheets on the bed, in blissful slumber. In nothing but boxers, there lay my prize of love for one.