Love you!”“Love you too, Gail. Goodnight.” Wendy turned back to the love letter she had written to Franklin. She blushed at some of the things s...he had suggested of a sexual nature and glad that Gail had not read these letters. A 50 year-old woman shouldn’t have been that explicit. She was older now by nine years, but it was nice remembering!––––––––––––––––––––––––Wendy arrived at work Monday morning and there was a rose lying on her desk. There was a small card that just said, “Have a great. She brushed my testicles several times while doing this. It didn’t seem to bother her and to me it seemed like a pleasant accident. I didn’t take it as sexual in any way.She then said turn over and so I did. I was totally exposed. She had moved the sheet to do my lower body. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry as she arranged a pillow for my head. The sheet was put back over my waist and she put a warm towel over my eyes like a blindfold. I still hadn’t seen this woman that was touching my. Do you have a name picked out? If not, I can think of a few."I slowly shook my head. A name? A female name? 'Of course not !!' -that's what I wanted to say. But my mouth wouldn't engage."How 'bout Jennifer? Or Laura? Or Kimberly?? Yes that's it! Kim is closeto Jim but obviously much better for this you. It'll be more natural forme. Can I call you Kim?"Dumbly, I nodded my head. "Sure, whatever you think." Kim it is then."Mary stood and stuck out her hand."Kim, I'm Mary. I hope we can be good. “Very, very nice, but that’s not the feeling I was talking about.”“If you can’t tell me how I can know or how you can know, then I don’t see how you can so you know it’s wrong.”“I’m not going to let you argue me into this,” I said.“Fine,” she sighed.She moved from my arms and got out of bed. In one swift move, her nightgown was over her head and on the carpet. She was wearing sheer light-blue panties, but nothing else. She was definitely a very pretty girl.“What do you think of my argument?”.