Thank you for keeping your promise.” “Happy fingering. Good night.” “Night,” she said before disconnecting. The mystery surrounding Joan con...inued to mount. We still did not know each other’s last names. I still did not know what she did for a living. I did not know why she could call me but did not want me to call her. A mystery wrapped in an enigma. Thinking of Joan and of what was to occur the next night would make it very hard to sleep. I took a sleeping pill, actually two of those PM pills. She looks like she's having an out of body experience. After awhile of this, she starts squinting in pain again, and says, "Fuck, that big Bull cock is hitting my cervix, ouch...ouch...ouch..." I slow down, and don't go as deep. This is exactly what she needed and she starts moving her hips in unison with mine. I ask her if she wants me to stop and she tells me she wants me to keep fucking that pussy until she comes at least one more time. I hear some grunting off to the side, slightly behind. ”“Coming right up. You didn’t say anything to Bill about ... you know, about us?” I asked.“Of course not. I told him I searched the internet and spoke to my gynecologist. All you did was answer questions and take me shopping for new clothes. What else we do here is nobody’s business.”“What do you want to do now that you know that men are attracted to you, and you can enjoy having sex with them?”“As stimulating as sex with men half my age is, I would like to eventually find someone my age that I. I drove my friends to the mall, dropping them by an entrance and said I’d find them after parking. The parking lot was crowded so I parked at the other end of the mall by Sears. I walked past the makeup counter and I was sexually stimulated, as intended I think, by the sexy, borderline whorish, pictures of the semi-high-end makeup add boards and then by a very good-looking middle-aged white and Latina lady with a low-necked cream blouse who was selling makeup to an older woman at the counter..