She worked at the local bank and attended a women's divorcee support group as well as two craft clubs. I studied hard, played baseball in the spring a...nd hockey in the winter. It being a small town - we were known, liked and accepted by our fellow citizens.What would those same people say if just a rumour of my more complicated relationship with my mother ever became known? I shudder to think - my mom is horrified at the prospect. Yet neither of us wanted to leave the small town and move to big. I wanted more. I wanted everything she was willing to give me, and I felt at that moment that if she stopped, I would force myself upon her with my need. Twenty-three years serving the church, never once allowing myself the pleasures of the flesh. And now this beautiful goddess (I think she’d been to mass) had freed me. Her sculpted 20 year old body was all I could think of, all I desired. I didn’t protest as she lowered herself onto me, this time I was entering her ass. It was much tighter. Bell above the door jiggling as it opens, closes, she hesitantly steps down the cluttered isle toward the door marked ‘office’ near the back of the store. Glancing around, no one in sight, she taps on the office door. Hearing voices behind the peeling wood, seeing the rustic knob turning, the door squeaking open, she’s met by a balding, gruff looking fiftyish man with a cigarette in his hand. ?Yea?? His voice matching his gruffness almost echoes in the store as the stagnant smoke. Well, I walked in and pulled my sunglasses up thru my hair and saw him across the room. I nearly melted. Tall, strong, handsome. A dream! We walked to each other and kissed each other on the cheek and I left a little of my peach colored lipstick there. He ordered me a drink and we exchanged conversations about our lives. Nothing sexual at all….. other than there was an incredibly handsome man that desires me across the table from me. I reached my hands across the table and he grabbed them and.