I hadn't seen her for about ten years, she always was a bit prudish and old fashioned and she messaged me with an invitation to meet up one day. Last ...eek I told her to come over as my wife was out that day and she said she would, it'd be nice to have a catch up.She arrived and I was a little shocked by her appearance, she was more over weight than she used to be, she looked very much her age, 59, and she walked with a limp, apparently resulting in a car accident some years ago. Anyway as we. Valerie pulled up and stopped next to an expensive foreign sports car. Linda immediately assumed that the restaurant had to be quite expensive too."Well, I certainly am amazed. I never would have found this place on my own," Linda said as she got out of the car."We are here by special invitation, Linda... And I think you'll find it fun." Karen's mother smiled and led the way to the front door of the large, modernistic house."Do you mean it's a private club?" she questioned, surprised by her. She felt exactly what she had expected- she slowly withdrew her hand and then used both hands to lower his boxer to knee height. She then snaked a hand through the gap between his midriff and the wooden floor. She gripped his manhood and slowly started stroking it."Perhaps you are a boy after all..." she said picking up speed, her words had triggered something in him though. Something he didn't quite understand. He felt a pulse of lust going through his body and a tinge of anger making his. The words ‘business’ or ‘profit’ were like a cross to a vampire to these womyn. There was a group of boys who flocked around us and even took some of those womyn’s studies classes. At first, I thought it was because they were the most progressive, enlightened and open-minded men on campus. I thought they appreciated powerful, independent women like us and understood the baggage the historic subordinate role of women had placed on our shoulders. I realized the true reason they hung around. It.