Her hair was white and styled short in a very becoming way. Her smile was adorable and she smiled a lot. And I thought that her body was nice for a wo...an in her late thirties. But for some reason, her ever-present dangly earrings turned me on. I would get an erection when I imagined kissing her ears. She'd moan and slip her arms around my neck. Those were the only fantasies I had involving Helen until I was eighteen. That’s when things between us became sexual. We were watching TV one Saturday. I glanced at the clock and saw it was nearly 10am. Then I heard a roll of thunder. “Shit.” I said “My washing is still out.”I dived out of bed and grabbed my white dress from the wardrobe and ran downstairs looking for the buttons. As I ran outside several things became obvious.1) It was already raining, only lightly but raining non the less2) I was not wearing my white dress. I was in fact in a clear chiffon top. As long as a shirt but not long enough to hide anything. It only had one button. But at least this way we can get you back on the road today.”Once we got there we paid the admission and headed to the back, passing rows and rows of cars, stripped down to various degrees. Finally finding the AMC-IH row we went down it and checked out one car after another. Finally we spotted one a year newer. Pulling open the hood we saw the part we needed was already gone. Down a few more cars there was another. A few minutes checking it with the test kit showed it was good. A few minutes. Sge suggested we take a ride down Sunrise and scope out the strip clubs. So off we went. The only one remotely interesting was one we had been to before for happy hours etc. So we slid in at the far end of the bar and the wife had another martini. As I'm talking to the manager whom I'd gotten to know I feel the wife take my hand and thinking she wants to hold hands I pay no mind. Next thing I feel is her wet pussy under my hand. It was dark at our end of the bar but we were also right opposite.