As we walked he said "I just don't fancy girls" I said "Well that's up to you".I let him tell me all about it at our house, he talked away for about a... hour and when it was time to go home he said "Thanks ***** it was good to talk and not be judged", "Anytime Jay" I said. About six weeks later his parents were down at ours and were complaining on how withdrawn he was, "I'll have a word with him" and they both said thanks.The following Wednesday was arranged for Jay to come straight to our house. His eyes met mine for just an instant as his tongue encountered my thumb, but he didn't like what he saw. I'm sure I had a very predatory, hungry sort of expression on my face; I was having an absolutely fantastic time occupying his mouth. Anyway, whatever he saw in me brought him closer to tears, and he now blinked desperately back at the ceiling with a focused, almost, so scared he was angry expression on his face, his pretty little groomed eyebrows all furrowed. "That's a good girl" I cooed. I unbuttoned it and put it on. When I finished buttoning it up, I noticed it showed my bra to much. I took it off again. I removed my bra and put the dress back on. I looked in the mirror. I really didn’t need a bra. Even at thirty seven my tits were still perky. The dress was short. It only came to the middle of my thighs. I slipped on a pear of white panties. I took one last look in the mirror. I thought to myself. “For a mother of an nineteen year old son, I still looked good. I know my. That lasted about sixty seconds but I liked it. We started up and Frank told me to meet him at the dock at midnight.At midnight Ronny was asleep I pulled off all my clothes and put on just the small gym shorts I had. I walked down to the dock. Frank was sitting there on a bench. I noticed the top was up on his boat. We moved to the boat and Frank started talking about how much better this was than jacking off. I wonderred if the others had jacked off tonight? Frank dropped his shorts and.