After some weeks to heal I’ll truly be a woman.”“And, nobody knows.”She shook her head. “Nobody. This is why I live at Mama’s. I need to p...t every penny I can aside for the surgery. I also have some life insurance money that was left over from settling my parents’ estate.”“They don’t know at your lab?”“No.”“How were you going to explain your absences?”“My plan was to resign my position -- tell them I need to take a year off for a personal sabbatical -- then, go on to the next thing.”“Which. “You really are tight.”“It’s cos you’re so big… oh fuck yes, just like that —” Jim had pushed Mary’s knees up to her chest, spreading her open. “That’s so good.”With the change of position, Jim did more than create easier access to Mary’s stretched pussy. He also provided Diane with an improved view. Now she could see his long cock driving in and out, his big ball sac slapping against the girl’s broad buttocks. Diane felt a trickle in her panties. What an unexpected turn on. She knew what her. He looked over at her, as something in her voice had stopped him in the act of pulling the seatbelt across his chest. "Okay," he said.Content to let her drive while she worked on whatever was bothering her: he was certain something major was up, he wondered briefly if it was about their relationship. No, I don't think she's suddenly come to her senses about the age gap. She's not about to end this, and I know I make her happy. There's no reason to worry. It's gotta be something about getting me. We were talking about something but hell if I remember what. Anyway, after a few he pushes the bike up in the grass behind the bays where it was secluded and we smoke a joint. Everyone did then, but if you ask me now I'll just claim that I didn't inhale ;)So then he's talking about jacking off and how he does it all the time... OK, weird. He asks if I do and I say of course, I'm a guy... duh. He's rubbing on his crotch now and getting horned up, or probably already was...Now, that was weird.