I had a stroke of luck - it was a well-appointed shop, and on stands high on the top shelf were a selection of wigs. I chose the plainest blonde wig, ...long, with a long Julie Christie fringe. So different to Sarah's natural look, from the right distance no one would guess! Next came a clothes shop, where I bought a headscarf that Princess Anne might have worn, just in case the wig didn't work or fit, two dresses in size 12, two in size 14, and hoped one of them would fit Sarah at least. Later, she'd been diagnosed as a haphephobe, someone with an irrationalfear of being touched.Although she is "in therapy" and is "receiving counseling," she's farfrom overcoming her phobia."Over time, with patient, persistent effort, you can learn to manageyour reactions," Dr. Fenway assured her. That was eight years ago; ateighteen--tomorrow is her birthday--she's still waiting. It's occurred toher that she might never allow herself to touch or to be touched.Consequently, her "sex life" has. Before Linda turned off the car, she pulled up on the emergency brake, then put her small hand onto Jack’s leg. “Glad you’re here, Jack. I hope you don’t mind putting up with an old married couple.”Jack’s cock stirred when Linda’s small brown hand hit his leg. He worked hard to ignore the contact and managed, “Well, we’ll see. If I hear you snoring, I’m outta here.”They exited the car and headed for the house. Jose was on the couch watching Letterman. Jack and Linda joined him, and the beer. Her lips were so soft ... just like I remember. We kissed again ... and again. She slid her tongue out to find mine and we french kissed. I missed her ... So. So. Much. I grabbed her ass and she let out the cutest moan out of surprise but she wouldn't stop kissing me. My pussy was wet and my clit was on fire. She knew that. She let her hand follow gravity and her fingers gently but with confidence pressed against my wet pussy. I moaned and kissed her like never before. She smiled, proud to know.