She was my fiancé but I wasn’t sure that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her. I had a taste of sexual possibilities and I now knew just ...how boring our sex life was.Gloria was so exciting to be with that she made life worth living. Gloria said that she was thirty-nine years old and I told her that I was twenty-eight. Gloria said I was perfect for her because we were both in our sexual prime and that she needed a younger man to keep up with her. Keep up with her hell, I was dragging. I stood outside my house the next day, waiting for Maya at 5 pm. She came dot on time at 5:30 pm. She slowed down with a smile seeing me there.I wised her, “Hello, ma’am.” She said, “Hi. So how are you?” I replied, “I’m good.” She asked, “Is your mind cleared now or still cluttered?” I said, “It’s a 4-year-old clutter. Cannot clear so easily.” She gave me a surprised smile at me and asked, “What?”In a shy tone, bowing my head down, I said, “I have been looking at you for a long time, ma’am.”. Where had the time gone? He racked his brain to remember anything from the previous day, but there was nothing. He remembered arriving on Friday, talking to Kathleen, her brief, horrifying scare, their pact to remain here and together to watch out for one another, and then&hellip,nothing. Kathleen? he said again, but of course she wasnt there. He tried dialing her number but remembered that shed gotten rid of her phone. Where was she? Why would she leave? His fingers were slippery with sweat. " No, ma'am, its just I have to really go to the pee," Carl sheepishlysaid."Well even if you really had to pee, how are you going to with a raginghard on, you silly prissy sissy!" she laughing said."Carl look at the model on TV." Mrs. Monet pointed out to her sissifiedstepson. Carl looked at the model on TV and saw she was wearing a shortblack skirt with stilettos. Carl's sissy stick was raging and pulsating,but he held back. "I bet you would like to wear that outfit? Or do you just like to.