You’re giving dating advice to the guy that stole your girlfriend,” Yuri said to be helpful.I got out my cell phone and called Jan. She was standi...g about ten feet away.“Either come get your boyfriend before I have Cassidy kick his butt, or you break up with him and start dating me,” I announced.Yuri wasn’t impressed when she had to think about it.“Dick.”“Whipped,” I shot back as she dragged him away.Dare tugged at my arm and showed me his phone. He wanted to remind me that the bell would ring. She was a poor immigrant from Guatemala, I was an older white guy, born in the USA. She was under 30 and I was almost 60. She was a single mother and I was a divorcee whose step kids didn't want to have anything to do with him.The one thing we had in common was that we were both lonely.She wasn't by herself like I was. I didn't have any real friends. There were a couple of brothers who lived in one of the apartments and we talked a lot, but they were both into the drug scene and I wasn't. My. Then I put on the new padded pantybrief, the waist nipperand my bra, slipped in my birdseed breast forms, then pulled the dressover my head. Mom came in just then and did my hair using a whiteheadband to hold it away from my face. Pearl earrings with a matchingchoker, borrowed from mom, some perfume, and a small opal ring that momhanded me, then finally, some lipstick. There was no doubt in my mindany more. The minute I showed up in church this way, my fate would besealed. I smiled at mom, gave. She cocks her head to one side and squeezes her thighs together tightly. As I sit here, I can't help but imagine what I'd love to see her do. I imagine her crawling over to me, pulling down my pants and taking my hard cock into her little mouth then down her throat. My thoughts are interrupted as she unfolds her legs and spreads them just a bit. I watch intently as her dress slowly raises up after she opens her legs further, allowing me to see her... pussy? My God, that naughty slut isn't.