As Rita’s hands slid up his thighs during the post-exercise massage, Olin began to feel that stirring in a man that never fades no matter how old, w...en touched by a woman. As his towel fell away, Rita noticed a stirring in the old man’s ancient package. Surprised by this action, Rita did what any good physical therapist would do, and reached up to massage the newfound area of muscle activity. Olin’s eyes rolled back as he felt her strong, feminine, brown hands encircle his once-proud shaft. It. I was about to jump off the bed and hurry over to the door when a sweet odor reached my nostrils. I wondered where the enticing scent was coming from until I realized a heightened sense of smell was just another one of my new abilities. Sniffing madly, I filled my nostrils with the addicting scent. I could not figure out why, but the sweet odor felt oddly familiar. Drawn to if like a moth to flame, I hopped off the bed and tiptoed over to the door, making sure to keep the claws that now. Really.”“It happens to the best of us.” I blurted and took off down the road and around the next bend. A bit of silence fell between us and I could see him eyeballing me out the corner of my eye but I didn’t turn to look at him. I wanted to see how long he would stare and he was getting to the point of really obvious. I do recollect my skimpy half shirt jumping around in the wind, though and couldn’t blame him for trying to cop a quick peek. After all, I had no bra and the more my shirt whipped. With the usual amount of stalling, Mr. Linden gave in to his request."Don't you go doing this again, Curt and Carissa," he scolded. "We need your contributions and we can't have people going home sick all the time."With a shrug, Curt and Carissa gathered their personal things and left the office, occasionally snickering about how they had fooled the boss.'I hope I'm not getting into a big mess,' Curt worried to himself as they walked out of the building.But as he looked upon Carissa's perfect.