We fucked many times that day, hardly ever leaving the bed. After that, I visited her every night as well as on my days off. I couldn't get enough of her.
It was like I said, Ann-Margret was my real fetish. And who could blame me? I'm sure lots of guys of all ages would love to be in my shoes.
Do I still spy on the neighbors? Not really, at least not when my hot lover is home. She keeps me too busy to check out anyone else. Who needs other women when you're fucking someone as hot as Ann-Margret? THE END