Not to mention all the blood, urine andother type tests. Of course, there were several x-rays, too. All ofthese test done to me without a word of expl...nation. After that shecalmed down for a while. Occasionally, she would look funny at me, butclaim nothing was wrong.That year, I started getting into trouble with a few of my friends. Their parents blamed it all on my bad influence. Mom tried everything tocorrect my wildness. She tried grounding me from activities, toys andfun. Restricting access. These things happened back in the days before they used the word “cougar” to describe an older woman with a preference for young men. I guess Alma was my cougar but I never thought the less of her for it. Even after we married she had a voracious sexual appetite. She had a pair of bean bag frogs. When one of the frogs was back-side-down on the night stand and the other frog was on top in the Missionary position, it was Alma’s not-so-subtle way of announcing that tonight’s The Night. And most. I watched her go into the locker room, and I figured she was done with her workout. I still had a while to go, so I thanked my lucky stars for the entertainment and went about my business. However, she came back out a minute later and started working out again. Cool, I'd have something to look at. I was working my thighs on one of the machines, squeezing them against the weights. She sat at a machine opposite me so that we were facing each other, and began working her thighs as well. She. " Nothing, so I whispered again, just a touch louder, "Susie." Only the sound of her soft breathing filled my ears and my lust driven mind moved me forward. I slowly reached my hands to the covers bunched up around her waist, took them in my shaking palms, and gently pulled them down her torso. I only stopped when her body was revealed to her knees, and she stirred slightly and mumbled, yet thankfully remained asleep, or so I hoped. I lustfully ran my eyes over her wonderful little figure,.