“Can you kiss as well as you can fuck?”“I haven’t had any complaints,” I said to her. “I’ve kissed five, no ... six girls before you, no... counting mom.”“Did you do any more than just kiss?” she asked, keeping the interrogation going.“A few let me feel their breasts, but that’s all.”“Would you like to learn some more about what girls like?”“Sure, as long as you were the one teaching me.”“You’re getting smarter already,” she said putting her phone down, and pulling off her top, and then her. They needed to run tests, have dinner, consult with their partners. I got discouraged.And then, Karen emailed me. She told me she was 43, and lived a few miles away.She was a divorced Jewish woman; owned an art gallery; had two grown up kids, none of them at home. She enjoyed trips to the city; loved sushi, walks in the mountains and going camping. Dislikes: mean people, airy ice cream, and bad coffee.She attached a portrait and asked me to email her back. I told her about my plans. She sounded. Let me tell you how a former boy became a happily married woman.My name is now Jodi Gray, married to Garrison Gray now, but I was JodyFoster.Back when this started I was a typical boy in Centerville Grammar Schoolwhere I met my best friend, Garrison, Gary to his friends. The school hadbeen rebuilt after a tornado destroyed it back in nineteen eighty one,just after our parents had graduated. The new built school had a fullbasement in the main building that was our lunchroom, supplies. I started rubbing her back, squeezing her sexy hot ass. Many days I wanted to touch her sexy ass, now its mine, Playing with her ass over Shari, kissing licking her chicks, neck shoulder. Bhabi breathing heavy, heavier, heavier, slightly moaning as well, trembling, embracing me tightly. My man is hard under my pant. For how long we were in that condition we don't know, suddenly I heard sounds of some bodies footstep, we stopped standing close, flesh to flesh, holding hands tight, no talking,.