He taught her well.Yes, *HIM*, that uncontrollable outside force that has, like a tornado, blown through my life, turning everything upside down and i...side out. Only it wasn't a tornado. It wasn't fast and sudden. It was more like the ocean breeze that molds the sand into dunes: inexorable, insistent, but so gradual you don't even see the changes.It was *him* that started the exercise program. It was him that urged her to increase her sexual activity with me. It was him doing all of that,. Remembering that could save the life of a kitten one day.It was then that Jack noticed his high-heel-clad feet."Okay, who slipped a slingback on me!?" Jack bellowed with anerotically-sensual voice that was as high as a choir boy's sans thenads."Wait, what?" Jack questioned aloud with an expression of bewilderment,noticing his voice.Jack looked down at his body and then up at his body. Seeing twodifferent sets of bodies he could only come to one conclusion."Holy poop!" Jack exclaimed with a. Dreading this I faced him and moved my mouth over his cock. It was obvious he had been sweating because his crotch smelled musky and his cock was very salty tasting. This was my first time with someone who was not in high school, much less 26 years my senior.It took me a bit but I soon overcame my thoughts and developed a rhythm as I sucked him. He was moaning that Sam was right I was good and he played with my hair. Unfortunately, since he was already sweaty, I did not notice the taste. Nothing seems to work. This is not usual. She is much more worked upthan normal and I am worried. I cannot seem to say the right things to calmher down. I suggest perhaps we should go home, but she starts screaming,"What are you afraid of? Am I embarrassing you?" Well of course I amembarrassed. She is just plain nuts.Debbie gets out of the car and I join her. She walks to the front door. Sheis calling me names and cursing at me. Much too loud. If the Masons have awindow open they will hear..