I am sure my boys got tired of me calling 'just to check in' but they didn't say anything.A couple of months after I divorced I noticed a lot of the d...vorced or widow women in town were making it a point to talk to me when we met. If I went to the café for lunch or supper and one or more of them were there I was invited to join them. If I was at a table by myself and one of them came in they asked if they could join me.I didn't want to be a total recluse or be accused of being anti social so. I looked good: new black and white a****l print dress, whalenet stockings, thong, and ankle boots, looking hot in a blonde wig. i stepped out of the bathroom to be greeted by a well-built middle-aged African guy. He stepped over to me, kissed me deeply, took me by the waist and backed me into his dimly-lit bedroom, pushing me back onto the bed and pinning me under him.Before i knew where i was my big black guy was on top of me, kissing me and running his big hands over my sides, thighs, and. ?The lamps were turned down except for one gaslight on the wall. I wentover to the window and looked down at the park, dotted here and therewith ghostly light. The streets were empty, save for the occasionalcarriage taking well-to-do patrons home from the evening?s social events.Lucas, I now realized, could be dark and brooding. It was this that hadalienated Eliza, had made her feel alone and isolated. She had onlyhinted at it in her journals, recording incidents rather than what theymeant.An. “You had better try if for size, don't you think.”She edged her fingers under the edge of my shorts ad using her finger nails scratched my cock. I almost came there and then.“ Do you fancy coming to my place.” I said indicating the van.“Oh yes.” She said, “You can show me what you've got”Luckily there were not too many people about. I opened the back door, but had to raise the roof so that we could stand. As I did Josie took off her top and skirt and looked wonderful in just her bra and.