I am a nurse, 47, and have usually worked for doctors as office managers. I don't hold myself out to do real nursing anymore. In our office, a 30 something nurse applied for a job. I had to interview her. She said she was divorced and had two kids. She had a resume that showed that she had been a nurse in a couple of doctor's offices in her home town. She volunteered that her husband had run off with waitress from the IHOP. In an interview you don't ask about these things, but she volunteered. She was upset and angry. I listened, more or less being the older sister or mother, and it occurred to me that she was more pissed that the girl was a waitress than the fact that he had run off on her.

I decided not to hire her, because of her 'issues'.

I didn't hire her but I told her that if she needed a shoulder she could call me. She was on my shoulder, literally, she wanted hugs and hand holding and wiping her tears away and that stupid kiss that you can't take back. In all my life I had never kissed a woman, this wasn't a kiss on the cheek, this was a kiss where you put your mouth on hers and you kiss her. This was a kiss where you look at each other and hug her too you and hold her and kiss her again. It was that kind of a kiss.

Two divorced women, and I was kissing her and caressing her and she was not pushing away. When do you decide that what you should do is put your hand on her breast? Really, fondle another woman's breast? She is a woman who has wonderful breasts. If you could think of a woman and her breasts, you think of this woman, you just can't fondle them easily, they need to come out of her shirt and bra and so you can get your hand all over her and play with her breasts. And when you look at your breasts, so small and insignificant to hers, you ask yourself how could her husband go for some girl at an IHOP?

Laugh, that is what you do. You laugh, it is so stupid, that you are sitting there with another woman and she has her shirt open and she took off her bra and you are sitting there with your bare breasts and she is touching them and you just can't get enough of touching hers, of kissing hers, of her telling you how she has had those breasts since she went through puberty and she says that your breast are nice, but they are not really breast, just technically breasts.

And she lays back so that you can lay on her and kiss her. She tells you that she has never done it either. But she doesn't want to stop, so you take her back to your bedroom, leaving her bra in the middle of your coffee table. A bra, a real bra, a bra that holds real breasts, and you through your excuse for a bra on the side chair and your shirt and you take off your pants, and you pull off her pants, and her underwear, and there you are, looking at this woman, this woman who is laying on her back, and you are looking down at her, you still have on your underwear, but if you take them off she will see that you have a skinny butt, so what if you are toned, you do not have a figure like hers, that woman laying in front of you, waiting for you.

Was it her look? Or that she was just so much for you? That her pussy, you look at her and you think the word pussy in your mind, her pussy is there, and unlike any other pussy you've seen in all your career, this pussy is calling you and you lean down and you lose yourself in her pussy. You are lost, swimming, diving, your hand is reaching back to finger yourself, grabbing at your clitoris, while you hunt for hers, and you hear her voice in a distance, you can't finger yourself fast enough, and she is saying to you that she wants you to finger her, to fuck her with your fingers.

When you turned around, and she is holding you down with her arms, pulling your pussy into her mouth, you don't remember, what you do know is that she won't keep her legs open, you have to keep opening your legs so you can get to her pussy, and then you find her clit and with your fingers you fuck her and she starts to tremble and she is pulling your head away from her and she is shaking her head underneath you. It is over, she just looks at you and you sit beside her. How could her husband leave that?

Because she cheated on her husband, because she had been cheating on her husband since she got married, because she was not new to any of this, because she couldn't keep away from another woman, and she got caught up in an affair with another married woman. And later, after she was divorced, he ran away with the girl from the IHOP. At least I was divorced, but still, she has a way of calling you, and wanting to be with you, and you surrender to her, and you are in an affair with her, an affair with another woman. And you realize that for the first time in your life, you are around another woman, and all you are is a skinny female with make believe breasts and a skinny ass. So what if you're toned, so what if you can run a half marathon, you don't have breast like hers, you never did, maybe that is why your husband divorced you and married that girl from his office, she has breasts too.

But those breasts, her breasts, her breasts were for you and you are so glad you did not hire her, you couldn't be with her if she worked with you, that would be unethical.