I didn't find Dish there, I found her hustling pool. She was wearing a man's shirt, tied at the waist and only buttoned to be even with the middle of ...er very full breast. She didn't have a lot of makeup on, she never did, but her hair was done up differently, to make her look more feminine. The do' did wonders on her. With her tight jeans and collared shirt, she looked very good; pretty enough for a father to be proud of his daughter.I stepped up just as the acne ridden boy, maybe a year or. But there was more. Something I could not explain just like the feeling in the pit of my stomach.I wasn't looking for sex. I was looking for intimacy, someone with whom I could share myself. I was looking for something that was missing in my life. She was married, and from what I could determine from our emails, was surviving in her own way in her own world. She was comfortable and had a good family but there was something missing in her life too. She was reaching. I was reaching. And at 1:00PM. I pulled back, and replied, "Guess rubbing my penis this morning got your appetite up, eh?" She began to laugh, and said, "OK...we're even...actually, not." I asked her what she meant. "The whole time we sat in your yard yesterday, you were staring at my boobs and legs, weren't you?" she asked... "Well, if you really want to see them now that you felt thewm, here you are." With that, she untied the robe belt, and exposed her gorgeous breasts. "See?...no big deal...just a pair of saggy old. Quite the leggy femme lover-boy standing dazed at her door with coral pink colored toenails flexing nervously atop platform sandals, the upscale ladies at her little get-together were certainly amused. Joan blinked again while her high-heeled society lady cohorts began giggling like schoolgirls with drinks in hand - all cheerfully amused by the antics of her naughty-ass teen-age friend, their latest party guest. It had to be some prank, that's what her friends decided with jaded.