She even signed me up for Brother Morningwood's Sunday afternoon Bible class on "Impure Thoughts" for teenage boys. I didn't want to go but mother wou...d not take "no" for an answer. Good God, what was the point? I had already committed all the "normal" sins that he could ever warn us about. So Sunday afternoon, I went. There were three of us boys in the class. I was the oldest one. We just grinned stupidly at each other, but never said nothing. The preacher blathered on and on about resisting. She reached out and slowly began to stroke it. I was dumbstruck as i stood there while she worked on my dick. She looked up at me with her beautiful blue eyes and said "Fuck me. I need a cock deep inside me." She leaned backward on the bed lifting her legs in the air. I could see hot wet her pussy was and slowly went closer. "Come on!" She said. She was already soaking wet so i slid right into her. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me in closer. I was so horny from seeing her wet. I woke Dawn up with fresh coffee just after 8am and she gave me a great beaming smile to show she had no regrets from last night which put my mind at peace. I kissed her forehead as she headed for the shower, surprised to see her own small suitcase in the wardrobe and her washbag in the bathroom as she entered."You thought of everything, didn't you" she called from the bathroom."You mean we thought of everything don't you?" I replied.There was silence for a minute before her puzzled face came. Pretty obvious stuff, but a pretty cool tip, coming from an “old lady”! One Saturday morning, Karen called to ask if I could fix a drip for her, so I grabbed my toolbox and walked over to her house. I was just about ready to head for the gym again, hoping to meet a nice divorcee that needed some sex, so I was showered, shaved, well groomed, and ready for sex, if I got lucky. It had happened, but not often enough. When I arrived, I asked how she was, how was Don, made small talk. Karen was.