The masseuse wore what April considered very short shorts, even by her own standards. A white crop top completed the outfit. The crop top ended well a...ove the masseuse's belly button. No fat, not even a small "love handle" marred the masseuse's body. April was envious, as she had fought for years with crunches to get her 'baby fat' under control. April's eyes wandered upwards on the masseuse's body, looking for imperfections. She finally found one: a small mole on the masseuse's left cheek. But. .."The question is... who do I want to be?My bedroom fabricator can print me any outfit from a catalogue of millions in less than an hour. I stand in front of the mirror and try on identities like borrowed gloves: a comfortable one-piece and a high end communicator and I'm a computer nerd.I could be a businesswoman in tailored trousers and an aggressively cut jacket. Or how about shorts, a sports bra and a loose-fitting top? Voila! A track-and-field star.I even tried on a mesh party dress from. I continue reading, the story getting hotter and hotter, and more sexual by the second. I finally relive my clit, and I gently pinch it between two fingers. Oh that feels so good. I love playing with my clit. I just wish a sexy girl was here with me, eating me out. Teasing me, playing with my clit, and thrusting her tongue into my pussy, driving me crazy. Well all I can do is imagine. I imagine as I play with myself that this sexy girl is licking my slit, making me wetter, and even more horny.. I asked her what is the problem, she said as a widow she is facing lot of problem in the locality as men used to pass comments and she was feeling bad. She said one of the neighbour is trying to approach her and making passes.After some time I asked her did u sleep with anyone after your husband passed away? She stared at me angrily and told I am not that kind of woman, and she rushed into kitchen crying.. I followed her and tried to console her, she stared at me seriously and said leave me.