Driving slow enough not to raise suspicions, I finally spotted Katie standing in a door way of a run down looking building. She was dressed in clubbin... clothes: Purple baby doll t-shirt and a black micro skirt. To top it off, she was wearing knee high leather boots. If a cop had driven by, she probably would have been picked up for prostitution. I slowed to a stop and rolled down the window. Poking my head out I called her name. Looking my way, she picked up her purse from the step and ran over. I had taken her boobs in my hands and was pressing very hard. She held my dick with one hand and started stroking it really fast.I didn’t know that she was so thirsty, so hot and so horny. She was like a hungry lioness who is on the hunt right now. She had taken me to her bedroom and pushed me on the bed. She opened her nighty and removed her bra. She was awesome. I couldn’t believe that any woman could take the lead to have sex with a man other her husband.She came over me and started pushing. Without a woman, retirement sucked, and that in technicolor! I did get myself off occasionally, however, massage parlors and the occasional paid escort took care of my most basic needs. They were anonymous, made no demands, and really weren't all that expensive. It worked for me. A search for a job that would suit me came to an unexpected end three days into it, the search that is. Sam, the pianist at Richard's retired. Mr. Campbell, Richard, was looking for a replacement. Minimum wage plus. "I just got promoted," he said proudly, "first sergeant. And we're free this weekend, until Monday morning."I hugged him and kissed him hard and leaned back in his grip, our bellies mashed together, and said, "Congratulations." I could feel his cock hardening.Well I'm, let's admit it right now, pretty exiting to look at, jailbait my daddy calls it. I wriggled and he took his hands away, mouth hanging open. He let me go, blushed and said he was going to go take a bath and go to bed."Need any.