I made my way out of the house and to the front yard. I could see mybedroom window, the light was still on. I opened the locket and closed itagain. ... felt myself return to my old male body. I looked to Sarah'sold room. The light is off. This wasn't much of a surprise, but itconfirmed my expectations.I walked back to my marital home. My wife was already asleep as usual Ilooked around the house. There were signs of cooking. I went into thefridge and there was dish of left-over lasagna. I came to know that she was widowed for now almost 8 years. And she lives alone, she doesn’t have kids. I thought poor, sexy lady. I could not avoid staring at her. Now we chatted for quiet a long time. She then said“Why not have lunch now?”I said, “Sure, we’ll have now”.While she serving lunch, she bent down and her saree pallu slipped and I could see her cleavage, I think she noticed me, but she behaved as if nothing happened. My penis just shoot up, it was a sight to watch. Then we chatted. We were near the shops when the babe stopped walking and we did as well trying to appear normal as we chatted and watched. Then out patience was rewarded, she bent forward to get something out of her bag and we both gasped, a great flash of thigh and black panties. “Oh fuck” said Jim, “it doesn’t often get this good”. I could see him getting agitated and then he groaned, the dirty bastard had shot his load. He later told me he had no pocket in his trousers and had been stroking his cock all the. ”Under a tree in the woods, the virgin 16 year old boy and the 62 year old pervert held hands and kissed gently.“You can put your hand on my breast if you want.” I told him.“Wow.” He remarked as he hefted one.I put my hand on his groin and squeezed. It was in there, hard as anything.He wasn’t big. I felt my heart sink a little. I still had this little fantasy that I could get off if I just found another big cock. I put that idea away, reminding myself that expectation leads to disappointment.I.