June, only 59 died last year and left me a shattered wreck. She was my everything and after an innings of nearly thirty years it did seem she was part...of me, the wedded bliss had lasted that long. Yet, oddly all that was now in the past and meeting Louise was like a breath of fresh air, and- this may sound couth and I hate to say it - but it is as though I have just discovered my true sexual leaning, because June, bless her heart, was very prude in many ways and refused my sometimes incredulous. She squeezed and rolled my aching nipples which seemed to have reached an even higher state of sensitivity. Then she unbuttoned my shirt and tugged it off my shoulders and unhooked my bra with amazing speed it was only a second before she turned her attention to my tits. Her mouth covered my right nipple and her tongue rolled over and around it. I moaned and held her head, my fingers twisting though her hair. She moved her hand to my cunt. My wetness had seeped though my work trousers. These. The kissing finally ended and she was out of air and breathing heavily at this point. By this point, all she wanted was to make love to a man who was a true gentleman, and a heck of a kisser in her opinion. “I loved, I loved that Charles,” she said stammering. “Me too,” he replied. “I’ve wanted to do that since the very first day we met.” “Honestly, really?” she said, her eyes opening wide as huge smile settled on her face. “Me too. I mean it.” He instantly pulled her in, just like before, and. I put on my make up quickly. It was cheap dime store stuff and glassesthat made me look owlish and shy. I picked up my suitcase, filled withmore of the same and some dog-earred potboiler romances.As we rode into town, Dr. Troy gave me my last instructions."Now, Ida Mae," she started. I was Ida Mae Muckenburg, of Minot, NorthDakota. There was all sorts of identification in my purse. There waseven a 4-H membership. "When you get off the bus, wander around theterminal a little. Look lost. Let them.