This story is a response to the challenge by The Wanderer in his story “No Welcome Home: Sandra’s Story.” Please read his story first, otherwise...this one won’t make any sense!I have changed the locale from England to the USA. I gave it a stab to try to keep the flavor UK, but it became too complex. Some things had to change because of this, like Sandra using an airport instead of a train station.The story is complete in this submission.This is a substantial rewrite of “No Welcome Home—Before. I just couldn’t help it……god he made me horny! “ Jesse…..that feels so good…….you know if you keep that up you are going to make me…..” Jesse had pulled his mouth away from my pussy and leaned forward to give me a full, wet kiss on the mouth. His tongue swirled my pussy juices all around the inside of my mouth…..and I loved it! My sex tasted so good, and Jesse’s kisses were making me so hot, I knew what I had to have!! As we kissed, Jesse pulled my tight uniform sweater up to my armpits. He. She smiled and we started to walk as I parked my bike a bit far from bus stop. She felt nervous initially but got comfortable as I used to speak so closely and with some humor.We started the bike and went to a hotel for having breakfast and by the time we finished, it was around 9:30 am. After that, we went to a nearby mall to get much closer to each other and spend time by playing ten pin bowling and she liked it. Then we went to a movie in the multiplex there. As it is the morning show, the. One look would be all it took. I think the same was true for me. There was no doubt about how we felt about each other. It wasn't infatuation. It wasn't adoration. It wasn't a crush. It wasn't something that wavered. It wasn't something that faded.I thought I had rebuilt my life in the five years since Kelly and I divorced. I thought I had everything I needed to ensure my happiness. I had my children. I had my career. I had time for myself and my hobbies.I was happy. I can say without.