Scaramouche
Master Don Juan
Between marriages being about 37, I joined Parents Without Partners,a club for Divorced Folk with Kids to socialise and generally mingle...At a dance they ran one night,I bumped into a very attractive Lady 43,tall,blonde and with a glorious figure,and despite a titanium pin in her ankle she was a snappy Ball Room Dancer....After a pleasant evening we landed up at her place....Though she just lay there like a sack of spuds,the evening was to become quite memorable....For one thing it was my first encounter with Bresst Implants,those days they were hard like Tennis Bvaals,very off putting,also,Surgeons had not managed to do the job without cutting the nerves to her nvipples destroying all their sensitivity...So a bit of an anti-climax....We settled down to sleep,about 3 AM I became aware of something insistently prodding my leg...I was at a loss and after maybe 10 minutes of this,reluctantly roused her...."Hey Valerie,have you got a Cat or something in here,it's driving me crazy","No Scarra,sorry,it's my Mother,we lived together for years until she died,in this room,a month ago,now she wont leave me alone"....Good Dancer or Not,that was enough for Scarra,it was on with the Pants and out the Door,I can tell you,I breathed a sigh of relief to see her place in the rear vision mirror....I try to rationalise all things,but that one defies me...Perhaps others have also encountered the paranormal?
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