I was a forty-eight year old adult male who had just asked by a forty-eight year old adult female to educate her on the intimacies of sex. Have you e...er heard of such a thing?“Don't you want to wait until our things come out of the dryer?” I asked.She queried in response, “Why, don't you trust me?”'Trust you? It's not you I'm worried about, I'm not sure I trust myself!' I yelled inside my head. That's not what I said though.“No; I just thought you'd be more comfortable if you had something. But my girl is happily married, and I knew that. I tried like hell to just keep it about sex but, well, I just can’t make it that way. She is a special woman and I know that I can never have her,” he finished.I asked why he would say that.“She is in love with her husband,” he said simply.“How would you know that?” I asked.“Dude, all she does is talk about him. How he makes her feel so good and womanly. How he picks her up emotionally. She told me how he put her through college, and supported. "I love you"That was when a whole bunch of emotions set in. I was turned on , excited, happy and terrified all at the same time.i involuntarily started shaking and crying. I saw Chris hesitate. I thought to myself quickly. NO, it's too late to turn back now. As well as I could with no teeth and a jump lead down my throat I shouted "DO IT! TURN IT ON!"Chris turned on the electricity. My entire body, inside and out filled with simultaneusly the best and worst pain I'd ever felt as electric. Reaching there it was impossible to miss John, he was sat at a table waving wildly at us both, a pint, half drunk before him, “ Hee-hee wasn’t sure you’d turn up, my you look gorgeous tonight,” he looked me up and down, I was wearing my new zip-fronted, pastel-flowered top and aq knee length khaki skirt with a split to the side and sheer stockings with a broad stripe, “ Now what’ll you have to drink?” Simon asked for a fruit cider whilst I asked if I could be cheeky and have a cocktail, “.