First though, let’s pick up a few items and I’ll make your dinner since you apparently like my cooking.’ We stopped at the store and I asked Kim...if she could make me one of her western omelettes? She smiled and picked up everything she would need and we headed to the house. Rachel ran looking for the bathroom and Kim headed for the kitchen. I grabbed a chair and listened to her story. ‘Well, Mr Jenkins, do you want to hear the life story or just the last couple of weeks?’ she smiled. ‘First. We had such a good marriage and rocking sex life I certainly didn’t want to jeopardize that. But god, the opportunity to see her, with her legs spread, coating another man’s cock with her pussy juice always got me riled up! In fact, I was getting a chubby just thinking about it.“Stephen! You old fucking pervert, what’s up, man?" Brian yelled from his garage as I got out of the car. “So, I was looking into this whole trail thing these girls want to do and here is what I found. They have a few. She had assumed he was fucking little Becky, his 18-year-old secretary. When he came home she had peppered him with invasive questions. After they argued, she threatened to leave him, and tell everyone in town. Including the mayor, who just happens to be Becky's over-protective father. Tom told me that he came clean. Defeated, I had come to Tom almost a year ago after my ex-wife moved our children 200 miles away and started refusing to let them visit me. We had gotten a quick, and quiet divorce. "I guess I don't have a lot of choice."She nodded. "Good, the sooner I believe you believe that maybe I'll workon helping you gain some independence back."I looked up hopefully. "Like changing myself?" That, and maybe an illusion for you to make yourself look like anaverage teenage girl?" Wait, what?!?!" I controlled my voice. "You can help me be a regularteenager?" No, but you can appear to be to observers. You can make your bodyappear to at least visually look like you're eighteen or so..