I thanked her and followed her toward the changing area. All six rooms were available. She started straightening one of the racks near the entrance.I ...ent into the first room on the right and closed the door. I unzipped my dress; rather, I tried to unzip my dress. The zipper jammed right in the middle of my back. I couldn’t get it either up or down. I opened the door; she was still there, arranging things. She was a bit shorter than me and curvier; she looked to be about fifty years old. “Could. It felt somehow different, betternot having the hormones controlling her body. If nothing else, it confirmed the effects of the pill.For those months the bloating never occurred. There wassome relief from worrying about the “c” word. Actually,she learned more about her own reproductive biologythen than all through college. Most surprising was thechange in libido. But she and Dzsepapper had decided thenwas not the time. So, back to the pill. It was anacceptable trade-off. In the. But I have to ask one more time. Considering we aren't as high and horny as we were earlier. Are you OK? I mean, are we OK?"She just grunted. You know how young girls get when they are frustrated with something? "Aarrrr. yes! yes, yes. I been wanting this to happen for a long time. I guess I always thought it would only be a fantasy, but believe me for the last time. It was amazing. You are amazing, Uncle Mike." OK, good. I feel the same way. But you have to also remember this has to be our. He slowly backed away offering me a good long look at his package. The pictures he sent were no exaggeration. Seeing his dick in person made me suddenly feel weak and out of breath. I clearly turned him on as he was already hard. His 9 inches were long and thick and made my pussy throb. The head was glistening with the pre-cum already leaking out. "You couldn't wait huh? What do you want to do with it?" he asked grinning at my obvious drooling over his dick. "Everything we ever talked about,.