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I have never been attracted to young women and I have to say I cannot understand why so many men seem to like ‘teens.’ To me they are giggly underdeveloped c***dren. Me? I like somebody fully formed with a level of experience. Mid 20s is usually as young as I would consider.... I have lived alone for so long and have got to an age where my friends have grown old and mostly their c***dren, and in particular their daughters, are now also grown up women in the their late 20s and early 30s.... and whilst I have known some of these ladies since they were young c***dren..... I cannot help but be attracted to them as beautiful grown up ladies. I am a man, I notice. But I am also decent and would not dream of touching any of my friends’ daughters..... There is one though. She has flitted in and out of relationships all her life. She was a precocious teenager and difficult c***d for her parents but she always loved visiting me and my wife. When my wife unfortunately left this planet, she continued coming to see me...usually when she had argued with her mum or dad or both, or argued/split up with whoever her current lover was. Because we had known each other so long we have an easy relationship. She would quite often stay over if she had d***k too much or use my bath/shower if she wanted to take her time and not be hassled by her mum to hurry as there were others in her house.... and because we had such an easy relationship she would comfortably wander round my home in a towel or ...

... underwear, never totally naked but often far too revealing for what most people would have thought of as innocent. And because I had seen her in all manner of dress and undress I could see what a beauty she was. And because I had had no partner, and had not for many years, I started to fantasise about her. Always an idyllic scene, usually a soft focus sensual setting with long kisses and sweat free exertions. She was nearly 30 so I never felt anything too out of place. No different to the many other women I have fantasised over the years about. And I have to confess I had particularly erotic dreams about this lady’s mother. But I assure you I never ever touched her or even tried to persuade her to become an adulterous with me. I believe in the sanctity of the marriage vows. Something happened about a week ago, i trust you’ll keep it to yourself. She flounced in as usual, asking if she could use my shower. She often didthis, and it brought a ray of sunlight into my usually grey day life. I was watching the game on TV and I said it was fine by me, she knew where everything was. She disappeared for a while and I settled back to watch the second half. When I saw her next the game was over and I had started watching an inane game show, she was just in a towel, far too small to be modest, tied at the top in a way only women manage. If I try to tie my towel like that it falls off in seconds. But the towel was too small and when she moved I could see virtually everything, without actually ...