“Poke your buns out more,” I suggested. “That’s it….and open your legs just a little….Good….Oh, Beth, your ass is exquisite.”She giggl...d like a teenager. “Are you sure you want to go through with this, David?”“I’m sure,” I replied. “Open yourself up for me.”She threw a furtive glance my way as I moved closer to her, my hard-on raging. “You mean….”Interrupting her in mid-sentence, I said, quite firmly, “I mean spread your ass cheeks–now!”She blushed once more, turning her head away from me,. Almost unconsciously, she raised a finger to brush against her parted lips. She smiled as it brought the feel of his kiss to her as she almost lost herself again in fantasy, but a movement past the window caught her eye. She quickly jumped from the chair and nearly flew to the door. Just as her hand touched the knob, she heard the metallic click of a key in the lock. Before the lock was turned, her hand twisted the knob, opening the door to the man she had yearned to touch. Her smile glowed as. In middle school I'd come to quickly realize that I had not been given anything close to the sort of cocks I saw in the showers, or later at night at home watching porn; and so, when Tara had said what she had said about not wanting to have intercourse with me, it didn't come as much of a surprise.So, as Tara and I began seeing each other (at her apartment, rather than my parents house where I was still living), we began having sex; but not intercourse. Rather, she introduced me to the. She knew that she had crossed an invisible line, a linethat separated fantasy from reality. Once that line was crossed, shealso realized there was no going back. She could not take back what hadjust happened with her two new lovers, and in truth, she reveled in whatshe had become.For too long she had seen herself as more of a mother to her twoteenagers than a sexual being. She had always felt that she and herhusband shared a wonderful sex life, but she also knew that once shebecame a mother,.