This past May, I turned 58. I’ve lived a full and enjoyable life, but have never truly connected with that special person I’ve wanted to share my ...ife with. I was a late bloomer. Though I fantasized about girls, probably from the age of 12, I just studied and admired them from afar. I was too shy to reach out to any of them. Starting in my mid-teens, there were girls who showed me interest, though they were all on the pudgy side. I find it interesting that during my entire life, only pudgy. My left leg was between her legs and was rubbing on her thighs gently. The feel of her skin was sensational and incredible. I had never experienced such pleasure. Now her arms were on my back, holding my t shirt tightly and pulling me firmly towards her. I unbuttoned her satin shirt slowly. She was wearing a white laced bra underneath which had cupped her breasts firmly. I slipped my hand under her back and unhooked her bra. I removed my t shirt. She ran her hand all over my chest. I didn’t. He looked around the room, expecting to see everyone laughing, then turned back to me.“It wasn’t exactly an accident that I sat here today. I mean I wanted to ask you something and so I kind of set this up.” I could see the look in his eyes that said, “here it comes.”I continued. “I suck at chemistry. I mean I really suck at it and I was kind of wondering if you would maybe want to help me with it? You know, like tutor me.” I could almost hear the air come out of him.“That’s it?” he said.. ‘How do I look now, still beautiful?’ she asked with a smile, which turned into giggling when she saw him laughing. Don felt the tension leave him as he took in the sight. The sweat pants he had given her were tied around her thin waist and the extra string almost went to the floor. They billowed out around her legs with all the extra material pooling at her ankles, making them look like bell bottoms. The t-shirt was even worse as it hung on her like a poncho. Even though it was short sleeve,.