I started to feel her hands and gave her a small kiss on her hand. She didn’t stop me. So I kissed her little by little and moved up to her neck. Sh... stopped talking and moaned a little. Then I placed my hand on her hip and inserted it into her t-shirt. My hand was over her bra and pressing her boobs. The moment I pressed her boobs, she locked my lips with hers and gave me the best kiss of my life. That was so wild, sweet and sexy.Meanwhile, I made her lie over me and enjoyed the kiss and drank. This was going to be new to me. I had never gone on a date before.Okay, yes, I had. But never as the guy. I was used to being pursued, to being persuaded, to being catered to. Now I was doing the pursuing, persuading and catering. Entering the dorm, I almost fell over. Maybe it was my new body, maybe it was because Wendy was actually a naturally pretty girl. But at that moment, my direction finder started to turn on. Wendy wasn’t pretty, she was drop-dead gorgeous!Like me, she had dressed up a. The six of us, plus Mark and Cindy, were flying back on Tuesday.Courtney insisted that she wanted them there as long as she was, but recommended that they stay as long as possible to help train the new office people. They had become whizzes at the computer systems, including the tough time keeping system. They were going to get the same pay package as the twenty employees, and also the out of town allowance.We saw the caravan off then I made breakfast for Jenny, Vicky, Ching Lee, Marcy, Jason. Soon after my fifty-third birthday, however, it didn’t happen. It wobbled, then it was a no show.My period missed, not one month but the next and by the third I knew, puberty in reverse, part of me gone, eggless, post-menopausal. I fretted and checked there were no sprouting lip hairs in the mirror and worried.Am I still a woman?Compounding my doubts, was hubby's declining libido, from twice a week to once or less, his saddle lacking its firm horn. Uninterested in foreplay, it switched from.