30pm and headed towards the beach area. Jackie was almost a foot taller than me at 5ft 11in, very statuesque with a great figure, I knew she'd been h...ving sex for almost as long as I had, though her sex life was much more mundane than my own. She was wearing a loose striped shirt over a grey marl vest top and a pair of cut off denim shorts. I was dressed in a scoop necked yellow t -shirt and knee length khaki shorts. It wasn't long before Jackie's size and curvaceous figure drew whistles and. But it wasn’t that she was “putting out”; as a man I was within earshot when more than one boy complained of Quinn’s “No sex, No way, No how!” policy and the blue balls that resulted. She just wanted to put another notch in her lipstick case. By the time she turned eighteen and went away to school, everyone was glad to see her go. It was that same summer that I lost my wife Leslie and daughter Gretchen in an accident with a drunk driver. Leigh and I were already moderately wealthy, having both. But that was not possible, at least not right then. "I don't want to dwell on the present," she thought to herself. So she let her mind wander back once again to her happy times with Bob. Her friend. Her lover. Her husband!Mandy had never driven, never had her own car. Her Bitch-On-Wheels of a mother had told her that if she wanted a car, "Go Earn It! Your useless father didn't leave me enough to buy you even a broken down jalopy. Nothing. Nada."It's costing me plenty just giving you a roof. I assumed of course that it was my husband, and what better timing? I would gladly trade my gel cock for the real thing. But then I heard a strange voice say, “Oh, gosh, I’m so sorry, didn’t mean to interrupt. Looking for the head.”I turned to see a very handsome middle aged man I’d never met before, and that’s when I remembered that my husband had invited a business acquaintance over for a beer to discuss some strategy or another, which turned into them watching that afternoon’s Yankee game. I.