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 A Little Syn

   An Erotic Romance Between a Fifty-Nine Year Old Man and a Seventy-Six
Year Old Woman

   Chapter 1 - An Unlikely Liaison

   "You know, I really couldn't imagine liking you." She spoke with a
gentle smile from across the table, as she delicately wiped her fingers
with the linen napkin.  "But I was very wrong.  We should have done this
much sooner." Her smile broadened, along with mine.  It had been a magic
afternoon.

   I'd met Syn many times, here and there, at various social events.  We
had talked a little - she was interesting to talk to.  She was a slim
woman, in her seventies, with blond hair turned partly white, hanging
straight down to her shoulders, in a manner uncharacteristic of a women her
age, which flattered her never the less.  She had been some type of
photographer of note back in her salad days.  Now her job was home
improvement - she was renovating her old farm house, room by room, in a
race with time that, given her age, she seemed destined to lose.  Each
completed room still appeared appropriate for a farm house, but assembled
with such care and craft that it might have been planned, designed, and
executed by a remarkable array of craftsmen, rather than a single woman in
her eighth decade.

   I'd bumped into Syn in a local grocery store, and she surprised me by
inviting me to lunch.  Syn lived up a dirt road, on a small farm, which she
did not work herself.  From the outside the house looked somewhat run down,
but it had a recent coat of paint.  On the way in the front door, my eye
caught sight of the cracked glazing and peeling paint on a front window. 
Syn had plenty of work to do.  The front hall was bright, with a new
chandelier and broad, oiled pine planking.  It looked to be reclaimed
material; very appropriate, I thought.  There was the smell of an old house
about us.  Maybe it was the oil on the floor.  It was a great addition to
the house.  To the left was the parlor; it was yet to receive its make
over. There was a nice coffee table, and a few chairs in there, but the
room itself awaited its turn.  The dining room was beautiful (it out-shined
the house, I'd say).  The kitchen was about two thirds done.  Seeing what
the work in progress looked like was itself fascinating "Gosh," I said,
"You're doing this all yourself?" "Sure.  What else do I have to do?  It's
as much fun as a girl can have at this point." "Mm," I said, looking
closely at her.  She might look her age, but it seemed to me that she was
still getting it done, as the saying goes.  I found it hard it take my eyes
off her face.  Her skin was very fair, with a reddish cast.  The hair that
framed her face was somewhere between white and blond.  For whatever
reason, it seemed to perfectly complement her face.  Her face formed a
question as she realized that I was looking at her.  I wanted to break my
gaze, but the sight of her had become addictive.  I reached out with my
right hand to touch her cheek.  I hadn't meant to, and I thought I was
going to get in a lot of trouble for it.  At first she was still, but then
she began to rub her cheek against my palm, her eyes closed, breathing in
deeply.  Her lips tightened into a slight smile - she gave off quiet little
moaning sounds.  I began to caress her ear, running my fingers gently
through her hair, which felt like fine silk.  A woman's hair had no right
to feel that good, but it did.  The texture was addictive - what else on
earth felt so fine and delicate?  I moved my face to her cheek, breathing
her in deeply.  "Oh," she whispered.  "This isn't right, is it?" "No," I
answered.  She gave off the barest whimper, as her cheek nuzzled in mine. I
gently encircled her in my arms, holding her from behind, my hands resting
on her stomach.  She felt so small.  My hand brushed over the waist band of
her underwear through the thin cotton dress.  I heard her moan again,
gently, softly, looking over her shoulder at me through misted over eyes. I
held her a little tighter, nuzzling her hair for a moment, then I released
her, and pulled down the zipper in the back of her dress.  "No," she said,
but did nothing.  Her back was white; each bone in her spine was clearly
visible.  I gently kissed her back, then began to pull the dress up.  She
hesitated for a second, then raised her arms to help.  I unclipped her bra,
then that was gone, leaving her panties, well worn cotton affairs.  She
still had her back to me.  I put my arms back around her, gently holding
her once more, but this time feeling her soft skin.  I held her to me,
bringing my hands up to cover her tiny breasts.  I felt her nipples, which
were soft, but became firm.  I could hear her breathing increase.  She
turned in my arms, finally facing me, looking up at me.  I lower my face
and our lips touched.  She tasted delicious.  Her tongue came out to gently
meet mine.  Nothing we did was done in strength, only gentleness, softness.
"Syn," I whispered, "I want to go to bed with you." She looked into my
eyes, hopeful, but a little sad.  "At this point, there's only so much I
can do." I wrapped her in my arms, with my erection sandwiched between us.
"Then that's what I want to do," I said.  She shrugged my arms open, took
me by the hand, and led me into her bedroom.  The bedroom was done all in
white, with an antique wood frame bed in a light blond wood.  I quickly
took off my clothes while she turned down the covers.  Then she turned to
look at me.  A younger woman might have had passion in her eyes, but Syn
looked tentative, maybe even a little fearful.  But then she smiled as she
slipped into bed just ahead of me.  We faced each other, our lips gently
touched, and my tongue gently caressed her lips, searching for an opening.
She opened her mouth, her tongue finally meeting mine, her head gently
rocking back and forth.  Soft little moans escaped from the back of her
throat.  My hand felt for her breast.  A single finger softly brushed her
nipple until it became firm again.  I moved down and began to caress her
other nipple with my tongue.  Her moaning increased, and so did my tongue's
action on her nipple.  Then I took her nipple in my mouth, sucking it
gently.  She began to move her hips.  I wanted her very badly, but she was
so slight that I was worried that I might hurt her.  My other hand wandered
over her stomach, down between her legs, my fingers combing through her
pubic hair.  She gave a start, but I kept caressing her breast with my
mouth, while cupping her mound with my hand.  "Oh," she said, not so much
in passion as in surprise.  Her breathing quickened more.  She was becoming
truly aroused, her hips moving more and more under my hand, as I continued
to cup her mound firmly.  I broke away, and moved down to face her vagina.
I gently kissed her pubic hair, then spread her cunt lips, wet my lips, and
caressed her clitoris with them.  "Oooh." She let out a long sigh.  I
touched her clit with my tongue, keeping it there for a few seconds, then
moving it a bit before releasing the pressure.  "OHH." Syn was no longer
tentative.  "OHHH.  Please don't stop." I didn't.  I tongued her clit
gently but firmly until her arousal grew, and she climaxed.  She did not
produce much moisture, but there was the strong, sweet odor of female sex
about her vagina, which excited me plenty.  I didn't ask anything more of
her.  I'd gotten an intense amount of pleasure just from giving her
pleasure.  Getting naked with her had been an intoxicating affair, and I
knew what was likely possible and not possible.

   When Syn had finished climaxing, I came back up and lay next to her. 
She was flushed, and wearing a great big smile.  I had a smile just about
as big.  She looked down at my erection, sighing.  "There's not much I can
offer you right now," she said.  "I wish I had some KY or something." She
moved her head to my crotch, and kissed the head of my penis, then licked
it several times.  It didn't appear to be something that she'd ever been
used to doing, but it sure felt like something that she wanted to do.  As
good as it felt, I didn't think she was going to be able to get much of
anywhere, so I took her head in both my hands, brought us face to face, and
kissed her.  Then I gently held her to me, and said: "It's been a wonderful
afternoon.  I'm very happy.  I hope you are too." She slipped her arms
around me and held me until it was time for lunch, her head tight against
my chest.

   Lunch did not disappoint, either.  It was very much like Syn - light,
delicate, tasty.  She was right, we should have done this sooner.  If only
it had occurred to either of us.  Better late than never.



   Chapter 2 - We Ensure It Happens Again

   Syn's and my first encounter had been pure happenstance.  The second was
not just calculated, it was anticipated from the moment we parted from the
first.  We both contrived to run into each other as soon as possible, and
when it happened, Syn gave me a big wide smile, and an uncharacteristic
wave of her head, as if to say, 'ready to come on over to my place'?  Syn
was in her seventies, but "the glow" was "the glow" at any age, and she had
it.  As for me - I wasn't giving some old lady one last fling.  She was an
exquisite woman, and I wanted her as much as I'd ever wanted any woman.  If
her age meant that our activities were a little restricted, and that I had
to handle her with care, well, that's just what I'd do, and love every
minute of it.

   Syn's place was about twenty minutes away.  When we got there, the
fellow who cut her hay was mowing the pasture nearest the house.  Most of
the field was already blanketed with a layer of freshly cut hay, set to dry
and bale.  Syn's Prius sped down the driveway, past the farmer's thirty
plus year old pick up, that looked like it hadn't been out of the county in
fifteen years.  I wonder what that farmer thought of these newcomers with
their weird cars and weirder ways.  I waved as I drove by, and he waved
back, giving me a big smile.  I didn't know his name, but we'd actually met
at the store down the road from my house.  He knew I wasn't a tradesman, so
it did occur to me to wonder what he thought I was doing with Syn in the
middle of the afternoon.  It seemed highly unlikely that he'd guess.

   Once inside, I had plans for Syn, which closely resembled what had
happened last time we had made love.  This time, however, I wanted it to
last longer; I wanted to touch and kiss every single inch of Syn's body.  I
wanted her to believe, when it was over, that, whatever passion she might
have shared in her life, whatever sexual pleasure she might have enjoyed,
that none of it would have been any better than what she would have
experienced this day.  I didn't know what it was physically possible for a
woman in her seventies to experience, but I was going to give Syn every bit
of pleasure I could, and I knew that to do so would give me plenty. 
Anyway, that was the plan.

   Syn was wearing another of her light, flowery, cotton one piece dresses
that clung to her slim figure so nicely.  As I closed the front door behind
me, she took my hand, and led me, with a smile, directly to her bedroom. 
"I bought us something to try," she said through a decidedly impish grin.
In the bedroom she quickly unzipped her dress and pulled it over her head,
revealing her slim, bony figure.  I was so entranced by her that she had
her bra off before I'd even started to undress.  Once she was naked, she
pulled back the bed covers and slipped under them, then she kicked them
completely off her.  It didn't take me long to get my clothes off, but as I
started to join her in bed, she put out a hand.  Her face turned into a
giant smile.  "Wait," she said, reaching into the nightstand draw, and
coming out with a tube of KY Jelly.  She squeezed a generous amount on to
her hand, then applied it to my penis.  Then she lay back, spread her legs,
raised them into the air, and dropped her hand to her vagina, opening
herself up to me.  "Come," she said.  I got up between her legs, and looked
into her eyes.  Yes, she was very ready, and so was I.  She took my penis,
nestling it into the lips of her vagina, then put both arms around me.  I
gently pressed into her.  "Yes," she whispered, as our pubic hair touched,
the full length of my penis inside her.  I gently stroked in and out of
her, careful to keep most of my weight off her, but pressing my crotch
tight to her each time I penetrated her.  Syn was giving off little moaning
sounds.  I didn't know whether I was pleasing her, or she was just trying
to please me, but she was pleasing me very much.  Soon, too soon, I felt my
climax building up from my balls.  I didn't want it to end, but it swelled
up, and I came in a rush, first there was the burst of pleasure, then the
wetness as I came inside her.  I was breathless.  I gradually stopped
moving, and rested on my elbows, my penis still inside her, our crotches
still touching, our lips brushing back and forth against each other.  I
rolled off her.  We were lying down, looking at each other.  She started
laughing.  "What's so funny?"I asked.  She covered her mouth to stifle the
laugh, but she couldn't stifle the smile.  "The first time I took off my
clothes in front of you, I was so self conscious, so *frightened* that I
wanted to run and hide, cover your eyes, or maybe turn off the lights. 
Today, I couldn't wait to get my clothes off.  When you're my age, you
don't expect to be doing this, especially with someone twenty years younger
than you are." "Well, Syn," I said, "you are somewhat gorgeous." "Hmm," she
said, "nice of you to say, anyway." I might explain it to her another way,
I thought.  I moved down between her legs, and began gently kissing her
pubic hair.  I spread the lips of her vagina, and tongued her clitoris,
keeping my tongue in continuous contact with it as I moved it back and
forth.  My semen was seeping out of her - I could taste it.  "Can you taste
yourself?" she asked between little grunts, as if reading my mind.  "I
can," I said, coming up for air for just a moment, then plunging my tongue
as deep as I could into her.  "Oh!" she cried.  I began tonguing her
steadily until she climaxed with gentle little shudders.

   This was the kind of beautiful afternoon, full of gentle, sweet passion,
that can only be experienced by two adults beyond a certain age.  Some
things the young are not equipped to experience or appreciate.  As with
many things, the window during which one can have these experiences is
narrow.  I was happy to have met Syn in that window.

   When I left Syn that day it was clear that we both would have been happy
If we could have established some type of regular relationship.  The simple
fact was, we were carrying on an illicit affair.  Even if that had not been
the case, there might have been limits, though I'm not so sure.  It had
never occurred to me to be interested in a woman of Syn's age, but we
connected in ways that I had seldom connected with a woman.



   Chapter 3 - Picnic

   I didn't expect a picnic, but next time I arrived at Syn's house, that's
what I got.  She was dressed in slacks and a cream colored long sleeve
blouse, with the top two buttons undone, revealing white skin and a sea of
freckles.  She had a plastic tub with a hinged top sitting open on the
kitchen table.  I was very happy to see her, but I was pretty sure that the
tub was not a new sex toy.  "I thought a picnic might be a nice idea,
before the heat and the bugs get too bad.  What do you think?" I told her
that I thought it was a very nice idea, which I did.  "We don't have to
make like mad minks every time we meet," she went on, "though it might be
nice." "So might a picnic," I said, "what are we taking." "Quite a lot."
She reached into the fridge, and came out with a few plastic containers,
some water bottles, and a few things wrapped in waxed paper that I took to
be sandwiches.  She flipped the top closed, I picked it up, and off we
went. We picnicked by Harris Run, a small mountain stream, in a dense stand
of hardwoods, that had, from their size, been there for a good long time.
Syn brought two cushions that resembled crib mattresses They gave us plenty
of room to get comfy on the forest floor, for the centuries of leaves
dropping from the trees had killed off any grass, leaving a mix of rotten
leaves, pine needles, rocks, and fallen branches.  We were in that spring
period after the dogwoods had lost their blooms and gotten their leaves,
but before most of the trees had leafed out.  The result was a certain
feeling of privacy, but with a nice amount of bright sunlight.  Harris Run,
flowing by at healthy spring levels, joined the other sounds of the
forest's spring activity.  Syn had picked a nice spot.

   The food was what I had come to expect.  We had a salad of diced
chicken, roasted tomatoes, and mozzarella, tossed with a bit of olive oil
and spices.  When we had finished, Syn swept everything up into the plastic
tub, except the crumbs, which she swept on to the ground.  We had eaten in
silence.  Now she carefully mussed with her lovely, shoulder length hair,
and asked: "Do you like this place?" "It's beautiful," I said, "perfect for
a picnic, or just about anything, and this is the perfect time of year."
"Yes, perfect," she said, smiling.  She reached for the buttons on her
blouse, and unbuttoned a third one, then she unbuttoned the waist button on
her pants, pulled down the zipper, and removed her blouse.  "Please, come."
she said.  She needn't have asked.  I came to her, tongued her nippled
briefly, then lay back on the cushion, urging her on top of me.  She leaned
over me, tiny breasts over my face.  I craned my head upward, and took a
nipple in my mouth, gently sucking it, playing with it using my tongue.  I
could hear her breathing deepen.  I felt her abdomen expand and contract as
her breath quickened in silence.  Then, "will you take my pants off and
suck me down there?  Please." Of course I would.  I guided her off my body,
down on to the cushion.  I lowered her pants and underwear down together.
Casting the clothes aside, I looked her in the eye, spread her legs and
lowered my face down to her crotch.  As I had done before, I began by
gently kissing her pubic hair.  I nuzzled into the lips of her vagina.  She
had very little scent, but this wasn't for me, it was for her.  I kissed
those lips, and darted my tongue inside.  "Oh," she said, as if not
expecting it.  I had done that before.  I tongued her clitoris, then sucked
it, then darted my tongue into her again.  She quivered.  "Oh my God, that
feels so GOOD.  Don't stop.  Please don't stop." I did not stop.  I
continued until she had climaxed, and until I was sure that she could
climax no more.  I wish we had had some KY.  What a sight that would have
been, I thought, a more than middle age man and an old woman, naked as the
day they were born, screwing their brains out in the middle of the woods. I
came up from between Syn's legs.  She had a big smile on her face.  I moved
up next to her, resting on one elbow, and gave her a kiss.  "I do believe
that I can taste myself just a bit on your lips," she said.  "I have
dessert," she whispered, as if someone might overhear.  She got up and
gingerly walked, barefoot, the few feet to our picnic tub.  She came back
holding something between two fingers of her left hand.  "That's very
uneven ground," she muttered.  "Here." Syn held out a tube of KY, which she
began applying to my penis.  "We ladies of a certain age need the advantage
of a certain amount of lubrication." When she'd finished lubricating my
penis, she began stroking it.  She reached down with her other hand and
held my balls.  Things were moving much too fast.  "Syn, stop.  I want
YOU." She stopped, lay down on her back, lifted her legs, opened her knees,
and put one hand down to hold open the lips of her vagina.  "I'm yours,"
she said, staring me straight in the eye.  Once again I gently lowered
myself down to her, and she took my penis in her hand, carefully seating it
in the lips of her vagina.  Then I pressed ever so slowly, until my well
lubricated penis was completely inside her.  I began stroking, being
careful not to hurt her, but the pleasure I got from making love with her
made it hard to control myself.  Syn's strength was limited, but she
gripped me with her arms and legs with all her strength, pushing back with
each stroke.  I don't know how much pleasure she was able to get from the
intercourse, but she seemed to be loving it.  I wished it could have lasted
for hours, but I came fairly quickly.  I didn't want to let go.  I was
content to stay there, feeling our bodies touching, out in the open, for
quite a while.  There was just the sound of our breathing, the forest, and
a small mountain stream.  Finally, I rolled off her, but I didn't feel
quite done.  I turned to her, stroking her hair, feeling her cheek.  Then,
feeling suddenly spent, I lay down on my back.  Syn gripped my hand. 
"Thank you," she said, "thank you for everything." "Thank YOU," I said,
"what a wonderful day.  What a wonderful woman you are.  What a beautiful
woman you are." "Nice of you to say," she replied.  I'd heard that line
before.  "But you are beautiful," I said, "and remarkably elegant.  Why
shouldn't you hear about it.  The fact that you might have some of the
marks of age upon you doesn't make you any less beautiful." "Oh," she said,
nearly under her breath.  She was blushing, understandably.  I was looking
at her, and at this point, instead of worrying about the inevitable little
physical defects of age that she might have, Syn realized that I was
starring at her, admiring her body.

   Lying outside, naked, next to a woman you've just made love with, does
give a certain sense of power.  It's as if, in this little corner of the
world, the world is yours Of course, that ownership can slip away quickly
if someone comes along unexpectedly, so after a short time we put our
clothes back on and enjoyed the real dessert.  It was a tasty cap to a
tasty day.



   Chapter 4 - Syn Surprises Me Again

   It was about two weeks before Syn and I saw each other again.  There had
been no way for us to get together - period.  Our schedules were one large
matrix of conflicts.  It might seem odd that two retirees had such full
schedules, but that's the way it was.  When I drove up to Syn's house, the
pasture was dotted with round bales of hay, each neatly wrapped with green
sheets of plastic.  The sky was overcast, and the clouds hung down below
the tops of the mountains.  Syn opened the door before I had a chance to
knock.  She gave me a nice kiss as she let me in.  As she closed the heavy
wooden door behind me, the smell of the old house enveloped my senses,
along with the smells of the renovation - the saw dust, paint, oil finish,
and such.  Then there was the distinctive, echoing sound of steps on the
wood plank floors, so different from modern, carpeted floors.  I turned,
and Syn came into my arms.  I held her firmly, wanting to feel her whole
body against mine.  She had buried her face in my chest, and kept rubbing
it back and forth.  I breathed in the scent of her gray/blond hair.  She
smelt so very, very good.  "I missed you so much," she whispered into my
chest.  She had her arms tight around me, and her body's entire length
pressed against me like a young girl in heat.  I felt the same way.  "If I
told you that I lusted after you in the worst way, you'd have to consider
it, wouldn't you?" I just gave her a big smile, and nodded.  "I really
thought the lust part of my life was over, but that was mostly because
there was no one to lust with.  I certainly didn't think there was anyone
interested in me." "I was interested in you about five minutes after I met
you," I said.  She looked up at me, and we kissed, gently for just a
moment, then very passionately, tongue to tongue, mouths open to each
other, breathing into each other, holding each other tight.  My hands held
her behind, pressing her crotch into mine, pressing my erection into her.
We were becoming aroused, falling into each other.  "Mmmm," she said,
"lunch is going to wait.  I want you to fuck me, right now." She took me by
the arm and led me to the bedroom.  She started shucking off her clothes,
then stopped.  "What are you waiting for?" she asked.  I got my clothes off
ASAP.  She pulled down the covers, and motioned me into bed first.  She
leaned over me, took my balls in her hand, and took my penis in her mouth.
She then proceeded to give me very serious oral sex.  Last time she had
tried this I was pretty sure had been her first time.  This time she seems
to have thought about it a great deal.  "Syn," I moaned, "That feels sooo
good." She stopped her sucking for a moment.  "Of course it does," she
said, "I'm sucking your penis." I almost broke out laughing from that, but
she went back to sucking me, and the sensation overwhelmed any others. 
Soon, I knew I was about to come.  "Syn," I said, "I'm going to come." She
worked harder on me.  Soon my hips began moving on their own, and I was
overwhelmed by my climax.  I assumed that she hadn't wanted me to come in
her mouth, but she worked at me with great enthusiasm until I had finished
ejaculating.  When there was nothing more to suck from me, she came up with
a smile, licking her lips.  This, I assume, was an act.  Having tasted
semen, I suspect that the only women who like to swallow it live in
fiction. Still, it was a good act.  She came up to me and kissed me deeply,
letting me taste what she was tasting.  "Gosh, where did you ever learn
that?" I asked.  "'The Sensuous Woman,' by J." "Really," I said.  "What's
the matter?" she asked, "you think a seventy six year old can't learn new
tricks?"I suppose that a seventy-six year old woman can learn new tricks
from a forty-six year old book, I thought.  "I thought you wanted me to
fuck you," I said.  "Not really," she replied, "I just wanted to see how it
would feel to say it, and I didn't feel like waiting." I could only nod,
and stare at her.

   Chapter 5 - Living in Syn (For Just a Bit)

   This chapter title is misleading, as I couldn't live with Syn.  That
would have been impossible, but we did spend some nights together.  They
were very special.  We had developed a certain routine.  I sucked her
breasts, and gave her oral sex, to make sure she got maximum pleasure.  We
usually had intercourse, well lubricated by KY jelly, which I assumed was
mostly for my pleasure, though Syn insisted that she really enjoyed it; I
had to believe her.  Just because I thought a seventy-six year old couldn't
enjoy vaginal intercourse didn't mean she couldn't.  Sometimes Syn would
give me oral sex.  During those occasions when she would suck me to orgasm,
I felt like I was on some magic journey.

   Then one night we contrived to spend the night together.  I'll spare you
the details of how it came to be.  Who was more excited, Syn, or I? 
Instead of dragging me to bed quickly, as she often did, we had a nice
dinner, with wine.  The wine was mostly a prop, since neither of us drank
as a general rule.  Syn set a beautiful table, with candle light, then we
retired to the parlor, which still hadn't been renovated.  She had spruced
it up to the point where it was never going to look any better.  We sat on
he couch, talked, then necked, gradually slipping each other's clothes off
like teenagers.  Syn had dressed in slacks and a cotton shirt, with the top
button unbuttoned I unbuttoned two more buttons, slipped my hand in, and
felt her small breasts through her bra.  Her breasts were so small that she
needed no support.  I suppose the bra kept her nipples from showing too
much.  I pulled the bottom of her bra cup up and gently held a nipple
between two fingers.  "Oh," I heard her say under her breath.  She was no
longer surprised, as she once had been, at the sensations of love making.
She just enjoyed them.  I loosed the button and zipper on her slacks, and
felt her stomach.  She opened her legs to me.  She had both arms around my
neck, but she reached down with one hand to move my hand to her crotch. 
"Yes," she said, "like that" as she rubbed my hand back and forth in her
crotch.  After a bit, I had Syn on her back, naked from the waist down,
squealing, bucking, and coming like a school girl, as I licked every inch
of her crotch.  I was disappointed when she'd had enough, because I was
enjoying it so much, just feeling her move, and breathing in her scent. 
She was smiling, and breathing a bit hard.  "I want you inside me," she
said insistently, "I want you inside me NOW!  Come, Please?" We retired to
the bedroom, quickly, where we made love, in the form of the most insistent
and passionate intercourse, our limbs intertwined, our bodies completely
locked together.  When it was all over, it seemed as if we slept with some
part of our bodies touching throughout the night, even if it was only our
fingertips.  We kept waking up and kissing each other - not passionately,
just little pecks.  Yes, it was sex between an aging man, and an old woman,
and it was very, very good, by any standard I could imagine.  I had high
standards.  I wouldn't have believed that it could have been this good
before I met Syn, but the moment I met her, I was a believer, before I'd
even laid a hand on her.  When morning came, and I had to leave, she kept
saying thank you, as if I was doing her some remarkable favor, when in fact
there was no place that I would rather be.  As I drove away, I cried,
knowing that I was in a doomed relationship.  I wasn't just carrying on an
illicit affair that had no future, I was carrying on an affair with a
seventy-six year old woman, and that itself had no future.