"I took the pills, happily, and drank all the water, knowing Molly would fuss if I didn't finish every drop."I was just checking up on the wee girl." ...ake stood up, adjusted his waistband, and winked at me. "Besides, you know what they say about laughter being the best medicine. Aye?" Yes, well you've seen she's fine, now off with you." Molly fused like a mother hen."Aye. Sorry it is I am, I ever hired such a hag as you." Jake's accent in full tilt, he leaned to Molly and kissed her cheek.Molly. The excitement is gone.I haven't felt this magnetism for a long, long time, but I felt it last night.To tell the truth, I have been going through a bit of a rough spot emotionally these past few weeks. I have a lot on my mind. Last night I was having a particularly difficult time coping with the things I was feeling. I couldn't express myself, so I started in on a six-pack of beer to numb it away. I have never been a smoker, but I stole a cigarette from my husband. I don't know why I did that,. I gasped as she took my solid cock in her tiny little hand.She looked at me for reassurance. I just smiled as she removed the towel and cupped my balls in her other hand while giving me a slow hand job.I was in heaven but feeling so guilty that I was only a few feet away from my wife of forty years getting a hand job from a stunning young masseuse.The best was yet to come, though. She knelt between my legs, still rubbing my cock then lowered her mouth over my cock, and somehow with her tiny. She always seemed to know,somehow.We first met in kindergarten. She had just laid two older boys out, flaton their backs that had been picking on the new kid, which happened tobe me. I have often been told she has a mean right cross.Around the fifth grade, at the age when one really begins to notice thedifference between girls and boys, I asked her to a school dance.Somewhere in my little preadolescent head, I thought that perhaps laterthere would be more to our relationship but it never.