My name is Ed, and Linda and I always had a close relationship and a very active and normal sex life, that is until we made the move. The timing could...’t have been worse for Linda. I was able to establish friendships at work, but Linda couldn’t seem to find good friends to replace her life-long friends in Philly, and over several years she became medically depressed. In addition, by the time she was 53 years old or so, she started experiencing the onset of menopause. I tried my best to be. I heard the door unlocking and the door opened and there stood a guy that was hotter than I expected. Of course its personal taste about what we all find hot but to me this guy was hot. He was about five foot ten and was a real thin one hundred forty five to one hundred fifty pounds with dark brown eyes and his head was shaved real short, not bald but real short. He was probably twenty fiveish and was wearing black shorts and a t-shirt.He looked me right in the eyes with a sultry cocky smirk. You release a cool breath of air on my oversexed pussy and enjoy watching me shiver from the change in temperature again. As you pat me dry with a soft, fluffy towel, I can’t help but wonder what you have next for me. I notice how you’re taking extra care not to rub too hard on my overly sensitive mound, but you seem to “accidentally” slip a finger between my folds to dip into my honey pot and restart the river of wetness like before. I never actually came down from that orgasm you teasingly. Growing up in Minnesota she hardly ever wore anything too revealing as she would always have warm clothes on. In doing so she wasn’t use to showing much skin and she thinks that’s why she was always very reserved when it came to her body. When she went to live in California she saw that as an opportunity to finally be more confident in her appearance and she ended up doing much better than she expected. She would at times wear tank tops with ripped jeans or jean shorts when going to class..