(TLDR: The second part of a true story in which I (M39) ended up fucking my older married physical therapist (F55) after she began flirting with my via e-mail when I was no longer a client. Very Long.)
First off, I want to apologize for the delay in concluding my story. Unfortunately, in an effort to edit the original to make it more clear what was going on, I ended up deleting almost the entire story and then deleted the whole thing because two paragraphs just looked stupid and I didn’t have time to go back and re-write it. I appreciate the many upvotes and positive comments. And though I regret that people just reading this will really not be receiving the full effect, this is the best I can do. I want to add that I don’t see myself as some superhuman Apollo. As mentioned in the previous post, as far as size is concerned I’m about or below average – 5.5” on a good day. But, I tend to look younger than I am and keep myself pretty physically fit. Further, yes, I know I wrote “occupational therapist” in the headline but I was later informed that title was incorrect. I left OT up there in the title for the sake of consistency.