"Third, from now on, your new name is Tammy. On social media and athome, you will be called Tammy. No more Timmy. Are you okay with that?Tammy?" she a...ded."What!? Are you serious? Why do I have to do that?" I demanded. I hadnearly choked when I heard this new name. This was asking too much."This is non-negotiable, Tammy. Take it or leave it."I looked around the room and saw a lot of impatient faces. My heart wasracing. I knew I had to agree to it or otherwise I was walking out ofhere with. Like I said, I didn't know if her husband had any idea his wife screwed me when she was back in her hometown without him, but Jessie was so irresistible that I had long since dismissed those qualms.I had actually just seen Jessie about a month ago when her family visited during the holidays. Her husband and I teamed up on her a few times during that span, but it didn't matter how much she satisfied me while she was around; I always longed for more as soon as she went back south. One simple. No commute, no traffic, no blaring horns, no crowds, no buses no engine fumes. The memories of catching the train into town every day remained an uninvited fixture in my memory bank. No way in hell did I miss the crowded rail cars, odd stares from total strangers, the pungent cocktail of colognes, perfumes and body odors that swirled about in the dank cramped spaces. Damn, I didn't miss any of that at all. The only fond memories of the commuting experience I had, were when Veronica and I spent. She knew at the time she should have turned away but she could not stop herself from staring and comparing. There was the obvious age difference, Cherry was forty two to Denise's eighteen. Denise was 5'7" a full three inches taller than Cherry. Both had silky brown hair but Denise's was longer, going just past her shoulders, where as hers stopped a few inches past the nape of her neck, with a few gray hairs at the temples. Both had smokey dark brown eyes. They both had 44DD tits but hers where.