“I’m just curious why you decided to make that offer to me sweetie? You’re very young and it’s taking a big risk. I’m sure your parents woul...d not approve.” Now she really was blushing. “I don’t honestly know,” she muttered. “Something about you. I knew I’d be safe and I just wanted to take you there and show you the river.” I smiled at her once again. “Well your instincts serve you well Amy. Yes you are safe – well unless I stop taking my medication that is!” She giggled delightfully. . It was Rachel, saying welcome home and that she was heading down to my house. I thought to myself "hell yes, it was Friday drinking night and she probably wanted finish what was started a few days ago!" I turned off the shower, wrapped a towel around me, a short one, barely big enough to cover my cock, headed down the stairs just in time to see Rachel's face in the window. As I slowly opened the door, their stood all 3 of the milfs, with sluty smiles on their faces. I told them to be quiet. Sure, in the early days it had been good just like it is when you have the whole double bed to yourself the odd night rather than someone encroaching on your space as you sleep. But after 16 years of marriage and sharing a bed with my wife I missed the closeness of having someone there warm to snuggle up to. As well of course as missing the physical side of a relationship.With my mind in a thoughtful mode it made me jump when suddenly there was a knock on the door and it swung open with a sight. Between the bookstore and corner lot where Gary's shop is located there's a large empty lot.I'm slowly beginning to grow accustomed to walking in the outlandish heels Gary is forcing me to wear. They aren't comfortable. They are, in fact, quite painful. And apparently it's impossible not to walk like I'm trolling for men while wearing them. But I've already gotten so used to them now that at least I no longer walk like I'm walking on a high wire at the circus.It's early still. We didn't.