The woman living next door to me is a divorced single mother with a child. We somehow became friends, and as our relationship grew closer, she started confiding in me about her troubles and frustrations as a single parent. Even though she's a mother, she also craves me like a woman. Of course, I had impure thoughts too. So, while her child is at school, she transforms from a mother back into a woman and lets me hold her. We're not lovers. She just needs an outlet for her pent-up desires, and I'm here to receive them. That's the only nature of our relationship.
