Now that its all over I can tell people,

On the 26 of last November Peter Welsh my landlord and lover died, I became his lover after finding out he had prostate cancer,

We didn't start making love, he started by asking if he could watch me and Alex have sex  but Alex didn't like that idea, (he even said he was willing to pay)

After a long talk we all decided he could masturbate to my naked body into my underwear (he wouldn't ask for rent)

But after a few weeks it become less about me being naked and was told more than once to put some clothes on and he would take me out (in the same you would as if I had been his daughter)

We did make love twice in the end and it was the most amazing time I have had, Peter let me live out my Velma role-play and let him live out his as a policewoman.

As he grew more and more ill the masturbation and blow jobs became to only thing we could with the help of some Viagra.

Alex was amazing understanding when I told him, and in the end we all became very close,

When Peter died we found out he had change his will leaving us the house he lived in and the one we rented to a cats home, the changes had been made before he had even ask us about watching us having sex.

We never, never wanted anything from this, All I wanted was to make a old man happy

Peter Welsh 1957 - 2013