"I'm sorry about this. I didn't know where to turn. My best friends are caught up their kinky little Thursday night tete-a-tete, which I'm sure they w...ould willingly let me join. You were the only other person who knew what was going on and ... I thought ... you know ... you could maybe make me feel better." As she squeezes my waist, her breasts push against my chest and my cock responds accordingly. So much for depression, maybe they should market this as an anti-depressant."Barbara..." I start. That is weregularly meet in secret and only our friends and select people areinvited." We only know each other by our femme names; we are discreet andanonymous. We stay in contact by email or cell phone and we seldom meetin drab," he concludes."Sort of like AA?" I joke, but it is not well received."Drab?" I ask."Yes dressed as men. It's really only you and I that get together likethis occasionally to discuss club business," Vanessa took another sip ofher soda.Why am I thinking of him as a. ”Working slowly from my feet his rubbing traveled northward toward my ass. He briefly let a finger glide along my crack touching my sensitive area, and I shuddered with cold chills. He then proceeded up my back reaching my shoulders and neck.He returned to my feet and started applying a warm nice scented massage oil. The actual massage was longer in duration as she slowly worked his way back up toward my ass. He lingered at my ass giving my cheeks a robust massaging. Then I felt, a well. We decided to stay for dinner, and I got a chance to see all of the improvements that Tim and Clarence had made to the farm and the house. The porch now felt solid and safe to step on. The house itself had been newly painted since my last visit, and the barn had even gotten a fresh coat of paint, and some new boards to replace the ones that had either rotted through or had just fallen off before. Everything was working again, and was getting the proper care and maintenance. Still, the farm was.