Steve's never failed to satisfy me although it was not of the large proportions of some.I have made up my mind! To meet him on the basis of the fascin...ting story behind his choice of chat room nickname and to discuss those subjects that had interested him about my writing. Nothing more! *I don't know what it is. What is happening? Steve and I made love last night and he remarked how horny I was. I didn't understand it myself. But I couldn't disguise how intense and how frequent were my orgasms;. I loved the feel of the nylon lace, and I kind of liked feeling feminine. It was a scary sensation. I wasn’t interested in men, so I wasn’t “gay”, but I sure liked fantasizing as a woman. Not being enough, I stole several pair over a couple of months. Not enough to get noticed, very subtle, but it kept me happy.Sometimes, I would jerk off in them, watching my sperm load fill the cotton crotch of the panties. I would then allow these panties to dry, leaving a stain and smelling of sex. I could. I had tried to get local work, but I was too specialized and there was no market for my skills locally. I had watched as both of my parents took on a mortgage at retirement and I was bound and determined not to make that mistake and to have my homestead paid for by the time I reached retirement. I didn’t intend to retire until I was 70, so I started to prepare at 35. That gave me 5 years to enter into a 30-year mortgage and have it paid off by retirement. So I put a plan to get what I wanted. She bent over, grabbed her ankles, and let me satisfy myself in her pussy the way she had let that cute guy satisfy himself while she took care of Paula. I cum, pulled out, and left to get ready for my wife to come home.Apparently Debbie had already known that her mother had another appointment for Thursday evening and hadn’t bothered to tell me about it. When my wife left, Debbie called Paula to come right over. When she arrived Paula knew exactly what was up. My daughter and Paula now hung.