When I saw that everything was clear I slipped inside. The old locker room smelt like mold and all those other things you smell in the damp corners of...old places. I moved to the very back of the locker room, to the last row of lockers. I had to squeeze past a pile of wood and metal pipes to get there, but finally I was alone. It was just me, surrounded by lockers and junk, and a short wooden bench. I leaned against the lockers, and took a few deep breaths, savoring my solitude.I was just about. I then pulled her back and took her hands and before she could say I word I told her to keep quiet. I lift her up and took her top off exposing her sexy tits to me. I moved her to her bed where I laid her down on the her back. I laid on top of her, (in just my boxes with my boxes button undone) I kissed her neck softly and slowly moved down to her sexy tits. I took her right nipple into my mouth and sucked hard on it, making her moan. I then moved to her left tit and sucked that nipple hard as. With his arm around her, cupping her breasts with his long fingers, he pulled her breasts together, cupping her nipples in one hand, rolling, caressing one against the other as she moaned and backed up to take him all the way.“YES! I love being awakened like this. I wish we could stay in bed all day.”“I’m supposed to meet a friend at the park in thirty minutes. If you’re interested, I could bring her back here to join us in bed for about an hour.”“Does she like ... women?”“She likes what I like. I fretted and checked there were no sprouting lip hairs in the mirror and worried.Am I still a woman?Compounding my doubts, was hubby's declining libido, from twice a week to once or less, his saddle lacking its firm horn. Uninterested in foreplay, it switched from booty to duty call. He surreptitiously viewed porn to prep himself for his duty.Can I blame him? Who wants an old woman?On the plus side, my face expressed fewer wrinkles than the calendar said it should. I didn’t wrinkle up as Mom.