" Really," she said, now starting to weep, "I'm so glad my little man isstill a guy." Yeah, this is just temporary, still, I think," I reassured her. ..."We'sjust be livin' as black girls right now. It's actually happened beforeand other guys have done it." I just feel so bad with all that has happened to you." Thanks mom," I said, "But listen, I have to go. We have ballet classthis afternoon and have to make it." Ballet class," she gasped !! "My boys doing ballet." Yeah mom," I replied, not. With two sons getting ready to go to college, I decided to stay. It came to a point where it was affecting my concentration, especially in my job.One day when I was in Lowe's, I saw a close friend of the co-worker that my wife had the affair with. I asked him if the co-worker ever confided with him about my wife. One of the things that he told me; I remember vividly. He said the co-worker told him that my wife, “Really knew how to turn it on in bed, she knows how to bring it.”I finally realized. "Indignantly, Dina spluttered, "That was only six months ago, look, I'll show you."Helen's ploy had worked and the old woman stripped to reveal that although her dark, sunburned face had the texture of a dried prune, her body was still firm with a smooth café-au-lait skin where it had not been exposed to the harsh Csadian sun. Her breasts sagged a little, but not as much as Helen expected. The nipples were very dark brown and stood out firmly proud of the surface of her breasts. Below she had a. Nothing big but it just seemed a little different. Then he started doing stuff that would make me a little uncomfortable. He would "accidentally" walk in on me when I would be changing and when I would do something small like put a glass in the dishwasher he would give me a kiss almost on the mouth just for doing that. Then he started doing really big stuff and it only got better. One day I was setting by my self. My mom was out as usual in her more than full time work, everything was normal..