I entered one of the large booths but left the door unlatched and slightly open. Pulling my shorts all the way down, I leaned against the bench and ja...ked for a few minutes. No one even peaked in, so I pulled my shorts back up and left the booth.Out in the hall was a single guy. He was in his 30s, trim and clean cut—very good looking. In order to demonstrate just what I was interested in, I pulled my dick from my shorts to show it off. Now, I am pretty well endowed with a dick just a few. Oh, she was still the same Millie, funny and sweet and giving, and more devoted to me than ever. After her struggle to trust me that day, and her amazing, instant transformation from self-hating ‘fatandugly’ housewife to blazing-hot naked cockteaser as a result of that reluctant trust, she would do literally anything I said without hesitation. The change was exactly that transformation. She was no longer the self-conscious fat girl who hid herself in frumpy clothes and dreaded going out in. At the beginning I was in Graduate school, having my own apartment, thanks to pop’s support. I needed only to earn spending money, concentrating on my studies for the most part. Late in the spring semester I came down with a very nasty bug, sick enough even to spending a couple of nights in the hospital. My mother flew out to Chicago from New York to take care of me. After fussing over me and promising me a week of care and cooking, she left saying that while she would stay in a hotel near my. The forsythia and lilacs were blooming. In the flower beds the Horticulture students had planted jonquils and tulips. The spring was bursting out all over. I was waiting for something expectantly. I did not know what. Then, one day in May I saw her. My little blonde. The lovely vision from the library last fall. She was trippingly dancing down the sidewalk with her sandals in her hand. It was warm enough that she was wearing a short red skirt and checkered cotton jersey. No stockings this time,.