I responded, vaguely, “Tell me about it.”Gloria, another of my MILF stroke fantasies, took my hand and led me into her house and downstairs into h...r party room. There were a dozen people there, all people I recognized from many of my parents’ gatherings. It also seemed to be a Disney Princess themed party. The dark skinned Elma, who worked in real estate with my Mom, was ridiculously hot, dressed as Mulan.Mom’s assistant, the chunky, but very pretty Cassidy, was wearing a too-tight Cinderella. She was pretty, and she was smiling at him warmly."I can help you, then, I'm Miley," she said and led the young woman tothe back of the store.Jacob, whom Miley called 'Rita', stayed silent the whole time onlynodding when the nice lady asked him a question. The more she helped himthe more he liked her, she was at least fashion smart and had a goodsense of humor. She was making him, or rather, Rita, very comfortablewhile she helped him pick out clothes.By the time they got to the shoes they had. She smiled to herself in self-pity when she realized that the cupboard had been half-off the hinge for the ten years she had lived here. The same problems from ten years ago, she thought. She had a shower and as she was standing there under the tepid water, washing her body, she felt a longing in her loins. It had been over four months since she’d been on a date, and at least six months since she’d had sex. Her casual, on/off relationship she had with Lewis was now well and truly over as he. You unlock the door, get inside and shut the door behind you as you have many times before. Once inside, you set your purse down, flip your heels off to the side in the hall. You notice (by the silence in the flat) that your lodger is gone. You turn on the hallway light and notice a letter on the hat and coat holder. You open it and read it. It says he will be gone for a couple of days and he apologizes for leaving mess for you to clean up. You (slightly incensed) crumble up the letter and.