”“Yes. We’ll work it out. That’s when she could get away. She said she had a date.”“That is true!” Kara giggled. “But I bet her parent... wouldn’t approve!”“Neither did your dad!” I grinned.“Yes, well, I had different ideas!”“No kidding!”I wasn’t surprised when Jill showed up nearly ten minutes early, nervously excited. She was wearing tight blue jeans, a parka, scarf, heavy mittens and a wool cap.“It’s cold!” she said, shivering.“Come in!” I offered and helped her remove her winter. That urge that said I need sex and not mediocre sex with the guy next door. I wanted to be fucked like it was a man's last chance for sex. I wasn't the bar type. Honestly, it had been so long, did I remember how to flirt my way into a hook-up? I lay in bed contemplating my situation. I was tired of providing my own orgasms with a subpar vibrator and porn. I needed dick. Plain and simple. My mind strayed to a friend that had gone through a messy divorce recently too. He had gained sole custody. I kicked off my boots, unbuckled my belt, pulled my shirt over my head, and shimmied out of the skirt. I saw Doug watching, standing there; eyes wide, he licked his lips. I stood there in front of him in my white lace bra and sheer black satin panties.We were both frozen. Neither of us moved for a few minutes. Doug was standing there with the outline of his erection clearly visible through his grey boxer briefs. I was standing there exposed, more exposed than I’d been in front of anyone else in. According to tradition, the martial arts were founded around 520 A.D. by Bodhidharma, a great Buddha who brought Zen Buddhism from India to China. During the journey to China, Bodhidharma was carrying valuable documents, and learned of the dangers to travelers posed by robbers. He meditated, and experienced a revelation that he should study a****ls. So he began to do so, and from the study, eventually developed the 18 movements of Lo Han.At the Shao-lin Temple in China, Bodhidharma saw that.