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LOST AND FOUND

... stopped at the entrance, both doors were opened by young attendants. Her side said, “Good evening Mrs. Putnam” and held his hand for her to get out of the car. My side, said, “Good evening Sir” I thought to myself ‘well, I’m just about as good as chopped liver’. She walked in front of me by a half step, and I was able to get a good look at her from a little behind her. She really was elegant. She had a tight, well proportioned frame, with a fantastic ass, just as I remembered her. The hem line of her suit was just where the fashion dictates, a few inches above the knee. Her legs and lower thighs were just a little short of phenomenal and her stride was that of a perfect lady. The maître-d looked up, and said, “Why Mrs. Putnam, you look ravishing, may I show you to your regular table?” With a quick wave of her hand she said, “Ralph, you say that to all the women.” We walked, well I did, she glided, to the table by the window, and the chair was held for her. Without a word, a waiter appeared, showed her a bottle of wine, and she said, “That will be fine Francois”. Now I was really impressed. She was a regular at this very 5 star Country Club. As the wine was poured, she started talking. I learned all about those many years between then and now. Politely, I asked the right questions to steer the conversation away from me and my past. All the while she found several reasons to emphasize a comment and insisted on holding hands, and occasionally kissing my fingers. I felt like it ...

... was my first date as a teenager. She was fascinating! Then, without any preamble, she said, her voice a little lowered, “You know I’ve never forgotten that night of sex we had. It’s been burned in my memory and has almost been a yardstick to measure the performance of the men I’ve been with over the years. The closest any man came to measuring up, was my husband, but he was in-adequate in everything else. We had rough times, but the sex was pretty good. The divorce was in the cards from the beginning, but we lasted for 9 years. Before you ask, no, we had no c***dren, and I live alone and have for the last 5 or 6 years, and I wear the ring to ward off unwanted advances. OK, yes, that’s another story all by itself, but we’ll talk about that later, and,” she added, “you’re just as handsome as I remembered. OK?” I said, “Thank you Madame”, and shut up. The food was a gastronomical delight. As the young evening progressed, our conversation continued to enthrall both of us. Some time earlier, we had both removed our jackets indicating that we were going to be there for awhile. When she removed hers, it was quite obvious that her tits were still able to hold your attention. Her black lace bra was clearly evident under her almost see-thru sheer white camisole. “David, my eyes are up here!” she exclaimed. I let out a laugh and said, “Boy, some things never go out of style, they just get better.” It was close to 9 and we had been there for the better part of 3 hours. “OK, that’s it, ...