The theft was a quick snatch on her way to university that left her feeling depressed, and going home to bed was her way of forgetting all about it. A...tleast it got his sympathy. Making love was not on his immediate agenda and he encouraged her to dress and accept his invitation to an `all night` bar in town. As the soft jazz music played in the background, Jack plied her with a shared bottle of her favourite wine, merlot. Like always, he would lecture her about how she should move into his. You once asked me to show you all about sex ... well I would like to show you a little more."My words sent a shudder through Alie's body and I heard another gentle whimper from her lips.I moved slowly back down her body, once again covering her in tiny kisses, until I reached her hips.I lifted her legs and indicated she should hold her legs together against her chest. I saw a confused look on Alie's face but I smiled brightly to her in reassurance and she seemed to relax.Now was the time to. He tried to hide his embarrassment, but Helen just slapped his hand away and told him to stand still and let us play. And play we did.Our hands wandered over the contours of his chest. Fingers squeezed his tiny nipples until they looked like miniature erections. We fondled his ass, thighs, back, neck and every sensitive place on his body. We squeezed his balls and stroked his cock. His body was a tasty buffet most middle aged women can only dream about, but Helen and I were there to feast.“See. He worked nights so I could take classes when I needed to and study after the kids went to bed.There was some magnetism from the start so I made my availability clear about a month after beginning work. Looking back, he wasn’t the best of lovers, but certainly good enough for my first times. He gently, then vigorously, worked through my nervousness as it turned to passion and pleasure. I remember how I marveled that the real thing was so much better than a dildo. And the hot cock spurting.