As Peg walked away, she wondered why she had accepted a date with Bill after turning him down for years. Bill had gone to school with her and he had known Clark. As she thought about it, she suddenly stumbled on the reason that she felt differently about him, but she didn't know if it were real or just her imagination. As he ran up to her, there was something about his movements that reminded her of her son. She wondered if she would want to fuck him, and if she did, if she would only pretend that it was Jim again.

When Peg got home, she was surprised to find

that the date with Bill seemed to ease her hunger for Jim. Even when her son came to her and asked what was for dinner, she was able to keep from looking down at his crotch and longing to take that prick into her hands. She told her boy that she would be going out, and that he would have to stay home.

As she fixed dinner, she thought about Bill. He was a good-looking guy and certainly nice enough. He had money and the respect of everyone in town. She couldn't imagine why she hadn't let him take her out. As she wondered about that she hit on a possibility. Every man she'd gone out with was either new in town or someone she hadn't known at all while Clark was still around. Maybe it was Bill's relation to her former life that she objected to; her life before Clark split.

In any case, she found herself hoping Bill would want to fuck her and she assumed that he would.

Peg had learned to recognize that gleam in a guy's eye that meant he was interested. Her body began gearing up for a big evening. Jim, sitting across the table, increased her lust, but he wasn't the object of it this time. She saw some hope of losing her perverted desires and replacing them with normal ones.

After dinner, Peg took a shower, powered and perfumed her body, then planned what she would

wear. She went through her drawers and closet in a fit of indecision. She picked out her sexiest panties, a pair that consisted of two triangles connected to a waistband. Although she hadn't picked out a dress, she knew that it would be one that accented her tits, so she chose a bra that would push them up in twin heaps of bouncing flesh. The panties and bra were black and lacy, and as Peg admired herself in the mirror, she knew that no man could resist her after seeing her clad in those skimpy garments.