She placed the bottle back on the table next to her. Slowly massaging the lotion into her skin, I found myself stroking my cock to hardness. On every ...pward stroke I rubbed the circumcised head as my other hand fondled my scrotum. Doris slowly moved her hands to the exposed inner curve of her breasts. With my window being opened just a crack, I could hear her moaning. Her fingers pushed her suit from her breasts as she spread the lotion on her nipples. She pinched her nipples as her hips. It was too late to show modesty, so I told him to come back before he went to work.Mike had seen me tanning topless a multitude of times, and I guess he didn't know his friend was watching me. As Mike and I chatted, I watched Kent, smiling and showing no indication of waiting for Mike in the house.Was I ashamed my son's friend had seen me? Should I have faked an attempt to grab a towel, which I hadn't brought out, to cover my breasts?No. I wasn't.I thought about it. Kent was a young man. My son. Just days before school starts, I turn13. At this age, every birthday seems an important milestone, andperhaps this one is, because on the evening of my birthday, Lisa arrivesat our house unannounced. We hear her motorcycle draw up on the driveand peer through the curtains to see what this sound might mean. Lisais dismounting from her bike, but it is a new Lisa, one whom we have notseen before. Instead of gardening clothes, she is wearing gleamingmotorcycling leathers - what turn out to be. She seemed interested at the idea, though. Then she looked at my hand. Uh oh. The wedding ring. I should have known. A beautiful girl, half my age, alone in the car, and now comes the question. Sure enough, she says, "Isn't that a wedding band?" Busted. "Yes", I said. "It is." She asked about my marriage and I told her the truth. I wasn't happy and hadn't been for a long time. The circumstances were too many to enumerate, but the real issue was did she have a problem with it. She.