"Don't be upset, but somethinghappened that only one of us may be happy about."I opened my eyes and as they came into focus, I saw an older version of...someone I knew long ago. He possesses the looks and physique of MarioLopez. I thought it was some very realistic dream. But I was awake andsomething was off. Typically that much sexiness - in dream or real life -would invoke a campsite in my underwear. It didn't. I did feel somethingelse down there, though. Do you know the feeling when your junk. Jenny sat down, took a sip of wine and tried to calm her nerves and her expectations but it was impossible. The wine helped but the more she tried not to think what might happen, the more her body ached to be in his arms. She had visions of him making love to her, lying in bed caressing her, teasing her. She took another sip of wine; she could feel her nipples harden as her sexy thoughts continued. One hand nervously caressed her thigh; she felt the top of her stockings and wanted so much to. We relocated everything of his to the living room (except his golf cart, it remained in the garage) and we moved all of her stuff to other rooms.Afterward, we were sitting down, resting from all the work and chatting. She’d been voicing her emotions all day, which I’d anticipated and was fine with; figuring it was part of the healing process, better to let it all out instead of keeping all that pain repressed. It was then her revenge plot was revealed.“Would you be willing to help me get back. She explained that how a girl kisses, tells the boys that she understands how to please a guy. Over that summer, she explained and demonstrated a lot of the techniques that I would need when I got older. It was in high school that I got my first boyfriend, and it had gotten around that I knew how to kiss. I met your father that same year. We had about half of our classes together. OK, that’s enough of that. What are your plans the rest of the day?”“Well, after that story I may just have to take.