I sent a text a message to his cell"call MN if free to meet" and waited to see what would happen.Five minutes later my Michele cell rang,"Hello Michel... Nylons speaking," I answered, knowing full well it wasPeter from the caller ID."Well; can we meet then?" Peter's gruff voice responded."Yes we can meet; but there are a few ground rules," I responded, "Ineed an hour to get ready and then you call me from (a street close towhere I live) and then I'll give you the address where I live ok? Myplace. ‘Well, you can’t blame him. Did he pique your interest?’ ‘Uh, no. Not like that. Let’s go get something to eat.’ ~~~~~ A picnic table behind Josie’s house provided a perfect spot to enjoy the savory barbecued brisket. Marla produced a bottle of bourbon whiskey from her knapsack. ‘What, no scotch?’ Jon asked. ‘Not with barbecue, that would just be wrong.’ ‘I saw you dancing in the barn. Leslie seems interested in your caboose. More than a little interested, actually. She was humping you from. “But I want to make love to you now Audrey”“no no” she said as she tried to get up, but her cramp came back and she felt backwards in agony.“let me then massage away your cramp”, and I began once again to work on her calf. Audrey let me as it eased her pain, but I think the pain went away quickly. I worked her calf hardly applying any pressure, most sensual.Audrey had once again closed her eyes and as I watched her, her face seemed to flicker with a smile more than grimace. Not wishing to. We enjoyed the attention, and the company. We seemed to hit it off well.We were both married, so neither of us was sure where this may go, but it was fun. I felt alive, sexy, wanted. Doug wasn’t overly handsome, but there was something in his smile, his eyes. It made me want to get lost in him.One day, during normal conversation, Doug said, “Hey, just feeling this out, no pressure, but I’m going to be traveling for work and only about four hours from you. I’ll have some time, so I could drive.