Unfortunately I had to leave, but not before we exchanged e-mail addresses and phone numbers.+++++For the next two months we instant messaged one anot...her almost every day. Our messages got sexier and sexier until eventually we were having Internet sex with each other. I didn’t have a web cam but she provided me with enough pictures to keep me extremely interested and sexually excited. My wife was pleased with the new interest that I had in sex. She assumed that I was going through some manly. Her wrinkles tightened and smoothed into youthful skin, her graying hair turned back to brown, and her skin absorbed the cum. Her saggy breasts rose back up and swelled a little, and I smirked at her.“J-Jonathan. What was that?” my ‘mother’, Linda, gasped. I just shook my head and grinned. Linda’s husband, James, rushed in, and gaped at his wife.“What the hell happened?” he gasped. I snapped my fingers and his surprise immediately vanished.“Hey, Linda. Why are you in lingerie in front of our. But not by you. So we need to talk things over quietly!"We said very little to each other as we drove to our favorite restaurant, the little Italian restaurant where we had first met, as it were, as girl friends, and I had first learned not to be afraid to show my femininity to the world. Again, it was crowded. Once the Maitre d' had seated us, and we had ordered drinks, I just looked mournfully at Monica and said nothing. This was her sell, and I didn't even know what kind of property she had. Rabia got up from the chair and placed a table fan on the floor near her computer table. She then pressed a button on the monitor, perhaps to turn off the display.I was watching Rabia as she walked towards the door and held the doorknob. Before opening the door, she turned on the table fan by pressing a button on the electric board.Rabia opened the door and took a cardboard package from the man who looked like a delivery person. She walked towards the computer table (towards the webcam) and.