We call each other all the time, though we only live twenty miles apart. We talk about the gossip, the best TV shows, just anything a brother and sist...r would talk about. We tell jokes, dirty and otherwise. Nothing too amazing about our relationship.Her husband had recently passed away. Well, not very recently. Over a year ago. She had begun to drink a little heavier than just casual. Calling me several times in the last year to cry on my shoulder on the phone. “How do you cope?” I asked on one. Really needed to shoot my load. So I chose a sixty years old man in the list of connected and contacted himMe: Hello, want to chat?Him: Hi, okMe: I'm bi, marriedHim: Same for meMe: Hmmm I want to turn myself on with youHim: HhummmmMe: I have been stroking myself for a while ... I'm starting to get wetHim: Hummmm, are you well hung ?Me: normal, 15 cmMe: I'm in underwearHim: Naked and me 11x4Me: Hmmm your wife is not there?Him: No, she just left to workMe: CoolHim: And you?Me: Mine is still. She said no, but I pleaded with her a lot till she finally agreed after a few minutes. I jumped with joy inside and asked her to stand up. She sighed and stood up as if she didn’t want it. But somehow, she stood up and came close to me.I couldn’t control myself, but I went slow on her and hugged her tight. This time she didn’t push me away. Caressing her back, I felt no bra and her soft breasts touched my chest gently.This time, I slid my hands lower to press her butt cheek and lowered my hand.. So, I took a job as a secretary in an insurance agency.When I began working, I really felt good. There were a lot of men at the agency and they paid attention to me. I started dressing for work, short skirts, tight tops, I thought I was looking good. Roger saw me most everyday and never said anything about how I looked. Every evening when I got home he would go on the computer to read his dumb stories. I wanted attention, if I didn't get it at home, I knew where I could get it.I asked Roger.