"So how do you manage now that you've become divorced? Do you have anyone to take care of your constant needs?"

"Ah, no I don't. I suppose I'm not ready for another relationship just yet. As it is, when I feel the need, I have to rely on myself and this right hand of mine."

"Tisk, tisk, such a waste. It must be frustrating to have to take care of yourself like that."

"I'll have to admit that it's not very fulfilling." I decided to push this a bit to see where she was going made the decision to push slowly and cautiously. "Although there isn't much I miss about my ex-wife, I do miss her ability to take care of me in that way."

"Yes, I should imagine so. I can't believe a virile young man such as yourself has to resort to... to.... Well, you know what I mean. It's almost sinful to think of the waste."

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My wife and I had divorced almost a year ago and I was still getting used to being on my own.

My neighbor, Mrs. Jones was a widow and since she had become widowed, I found it surprisingly easy to cheer her up by being a little rude and risqué with her. I found that as time went by, we became more and more risqué to the point I openly commented about her big t*ts. She seemed to like the attention and the mild, well-natured abuse.

However, I never imagined that one day, she'll give me the best of her...