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Gary felt somewhat honored the lady took the time to watch the goings on in his life and he had nothing to say about her voyeurism but he had a feeling deep in his soul he was about to be transformed. It wasn’t exactly the way he had envisioned his life but there it was in front of him, an older woman offering to teach him how to be a man. Suddenly he had to know the answer to a question but he wasn’t sure if he should ask. He had always heard the older women in his life make fun of their age and often thought they did it to hide something from men, but Gary had to ask the question anyway, “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure you can Gary, ask away,” said Lane as she placed her empty coffee cup on the small table.

“Um … within a few years is okay … but … how old are you?” asked Gary with a slight quiver in his voice.

Lane giggled a little then looked to her right as if to seek the correct answer by cheating off a fellow student, then she turned her head and gazed deep into Gary’s eyes, “I’m forty six … is that a problem?”

Gary instantly felt he had to recover from the embarrassment of asking such a stupid question and he felt he needed to smooth the air in the room over with a clever response, “No … it’s not a problem at all … you don’t look like any forty six year old girl I’ve ever met … you look hot as shit … I mean it, really, you do.”

“You’re a sweetie, I don’t get compliments quite like that anymore, don’t get me wrong, I did get compliments like that once, at thirty I looked twenty something, but now a days, it takes a lot more work even to look forty again, and I still don’t get compliments,” offered Lane as she glared into Gary’s eyes thinking she’d love to yank the kid’s shorts down and suck his erect penis with one of her vibrators shoved into his colon.

Gary went home feeling he had accomplished something and that night Gary made a baked chicken, mixed vegetables and rice for dinner, and for some reason it all worked out just right. Suzy even commented on his excellent cooking skills for the first time but made a remark about the odd fragrance she occasionally smelled on him. That night Gary showered to rid his body of the lady’s perfume and prayed he had rid his body of the aroma before resting on the mattress next to his wife. Then he made a mental note to be sure to thoroughly bathe after every lesson.

That night was a bust. As usual Suzy fell right to sleep and Gary was clueless how to relieve his frustration. He lowered the sheet and gazed at Suzy’s little round buttocks hiding behind plaid pajamas and white panties and compared what he was gazing at to the larger forms he had witnessed a few hours before. As he gazed at the subtle curves of Suzy posterior he began to realize the young woman closer to him than his neighbor really had a beautiful bottom. He couldn’t resist gently smoothing the curves with his hand and his penis began to rise as he felt the soft flannel cloth covering the cool skin. Suddenly Gary heard, “not tonight, I’m too pooped for that.”

Gary snapped his hand away then sat glaring at the wall covered with old paint. He felt his penis retract then he tried to sense he was fondling the lady’s huge breasts. After a few moments, Gray realized he needed to actually be touching the lady’s breasts if anything was going to happen. An hour later, Gary rolled over on his side with his back to his bride and fell asleep with thoughts of the buxom blonde across the street gently sucking his penis as she manipulated his scrotum with gentle maturity.

Sunday morning, Gary woke to find Suzy gone. He glanced at the alarm clock and after noticing it was 8 o’clock he panicked. “Holy shit, I can’t believe I slept this late … fuck … Suzy never even tried to get me up … damn … I’m loosing time with my teacher … shit … what am I going to wear … fuck it … the same ol same ol … why not … it worked the last time,” reasoned Gary as he paced the bedroom’s squeaky wooden floor. Then he glanced across the street and noticed half opened drapes in the right hand living room window.

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