‘…and that’s why, Greg, we have to take Mrs. Shocley to Raymond’s Friday night…’ ‘Do you think it will work? Look, doll, I don’t want ...to get in the middle of something that’s going to blow up,’ Greg responded. ‘I like the old lady but just the same…’ ‘First off, she’s not that old, she’s only 38… and, you’re how old?’ She paused for breath. ‘Yeah, I thought so. Eight more years and so are you. So, you’re going to help me with this and we’re going to make this work. Everybody makes mistakes,. I would watch some porn during the day for my fix and spunk but any relief I got from my orgasm didn’t last long like any drink or d**g the effects become less adding to my wanking addiction . Even though I hadn’t met anyone there were phone calls from couples and women who had answered my adverts talking about sex always ending with another wank , My diary says 10 wanks today .there was always plenty of precum but the spunk had all but gone, the only way to stop wanking and cumming was to. Sharon didn’t say anything, but looked at me kinda queerly. After a few minutes Sharon got up and asked me if I wanted a drink. I said “sure”, and she came back moments later with two iced teas, she handed me one, and sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi, right next to me, her thigh touching my shoulder. “You know, Rach and I come out here at night sometimes without suits on.” “Really.” I said, trying unsuccessfully to hide my interest in the subject. “Sometimes,” she said more quietly, “when. We took our dinner table. She kept trying to get me to have a glass of wine with her but I told her since I was driving I really didn’t want to drink. After dinner which was superb, we walked along the break water looking at all the boats and lights shining off the water in the harbor. Driving back to her house she said she was not ready to go home yet, so I suggested a little place I would hang out at a few times a week called the Cavalier. Small place ... mainly older crowd in their 50’s+. I.