.. About a month ago, things just started happening for me. Good things. And now... sometimes I lose sight of the normal things, 'cause everything's g...ing totally different now. Does that make sense?" Oversimplification would be the best policy."Hmm... nope. But at least you're talking again. That's a plus. What kind of good things? Like Ms. Hawthorne practically curtsying every time you so much as walk by? That kind of thing?"Jake gave Gary a lazy smile. "Yeah. Like that. That's not all she. HE WHISPERED THAT HE WOULD LIKE TO GET TO KNO ME A LITTLE BIT MORE…I SAID KOOL THAT WOULD BE JUST FINE WIT ME…I TOLD HIM TO MEET ME IN THE KITCHEN OF THE CHURCH…SO I EXCUSED MYSELF AND TOLD SEXY AZZ TO GIVE ME 5 MINUTES AND THEN COME BACK THERE..HE SAID KOOL…ILL DO JUS THAT….SO I PROCEEDED TO THE BACK OF THE CHURCH WHERE THE RESTROOMS WHERE…I WAS SO EXCITED CAUSE I PLANNED ON GETTING SOME OF THAT DICK THAT HE HAD….FINALLY HE MADE IT TO THE BACK AND CAME INTO THE RESTROOM WHERE I WAS…I TURNED. I decided that night to be a divorced woman of 40. It wasn't too big a stretch.Knowing that Wilson listened made it even more erotic. I would say more fun, but when I sunk to chatroom eroticism, it was work not play. I would classify it as almost a medical necessity. I managed to find a nice enough lady, at least in my mind she was a lady, and that was all that mattered. We talked about imagined events until I orgasmed. Then I went to bed and slept very well indeed.The next morning I tried. I knew my tits and bush could be seen thru the sheer fabric and that is what I wanted. I sat on the bed with Jeff and we began to talk about sex. What we had seen in the telescope, watching mom and dad, and other. Neither Jeff or I had had sex but we both did want it. I could tell my pussy was very wet and I could see that Jeff was getting another huge hardon. As we talked more about sex the more horny I was getting. Jeff asked me if he could see my pussy again and he would let me see his cock..