I looked into her eyes. "What," I said, "are you saying?"She moved off of me and rolled onto her stomach. I looked at her ass, also perfect. And fully...tanned. Definitely a thong."Jennie loves you," she said. "Very much. She knows that you haven't had sex or even a date since your wife died. She wants you to be happy."And," said Mary, "she loves me, too. And she knows that I want you. Which is why she asked you to let me hitch a ride with you to my grandparents' town. We sort of conspired to. One hand circles my clit, while his other fingers my pussy. He knows where my special spot is inside and quickly find it. Oh, my God, this feels good! I love watching his face while he pleasures me - somewhat smirking, always smiling. He knows he is good - cocky man! All my nerves fire in between my legs, as I struggle to stay upright. You know the feeling - that spring tightening in your lower tummy, your ass clenching, hips thrusting. My squeals reach a higher-pitch as I am nearing my peak.. I put on the bra on my own. Bras were a regular part of my daily dressing from then on, even though I always wore men’s clothes over them. Michael notices the worried look on my face. ‘What’s wrong habibi?’ he asked. When I told him what just happened he laughed. Pointing to my knitting he said, ‘Maybe you were listening to the right station after all.’ Moving behind me, my stud cupped my chin so that I was looking up at him. This was my signal to open my mouth. I obeyed. He released a drop of. He’s a very nice kid. Esther raised him well. So, again, you’re right. See, old geezers like me can learn from you modern kids.”The conversation was over and the matter seemed settled. And he hadn’t said how soon he was going to ask for Esther’s hand, or when the wedding would take place.I went back to school and back to my other life. I did tell one of my buddies about the conversation, and he thought it was funny. He made no mention about living under the same roof with a gay guy. It was.