That hurts. What I felt was comparable to about a thousand-plus bands playing all at once through a thousand-plus speakers.Slowly, I developed a shiel...d, if you will, to block it out. Finally able to relax, I let out a loud breath. Without warning, Ms. Sorenson (or ma'am, never mom, not her) burst into my bedroom, her blonde hair hanging loose (she always wore it in a bun) and her navy blue robe loosely tied. The look on her face was one of fury."What the hell are you up to?" she yelled. "You've. I wish I could live some of those stories. But life is complicated. We both know it, but the fantasies are what keep me wearing a path in the carpeted stair-well. I want him to tell me those stories with his body, not just his eyes. I am married, and I think he is spoken for as well… sometimes, at least. But then sometimes he doesn’t seem so taken, and I wonder if he would actually take me, given a decent opportunity. He’s already suggested such; he’s invited me in once. But I had my hands. Seeing my resistance die down he released me and cupped both my tits with his palms and started kneading them lightly. I was in heaven already and closed my eyes enjoying the fun. Then I felt him seal my lips with his. I opened my eyes in surprise and tried moving my head sideways but he grabbed my hair and went ahead kissing me.The finesse with which he kissed me just made me melt right there since I had not come across such a great kisser in a long time now and I also started cooperating. Jim also did a lot of weight training but I was content withswimming.We both liked a joke or two and usually had a coffee before we went home.It was quiet mid-week at about 11:00 so we could spend an hour or so justchatting. A pleasant enough way to get some exercise and be sociable. Iwas divorced twenty years ago and Jim had been widowed for about 15years.On this Tuesday morning we were swimming laps and sat on the side of thepool catching our breath. I noticed that Jim's legs seemed.