When I was growing up that stuff was taboo and the older I got it made for real hot sex for me. My taste in men usually run toward the players, the co...fident bastards that come on strong and just want to fuck you and will say anything to get in your pants, as I grew older these guys were the safe kind as they didn’t want a commitment same as me. My husband always said if I wanted to fool around go ahead but take a picture or let him watch, I would just say yeah right but if I did that then I. Until recently, my sexual experiences had only been with a few select men although I confess that I occasionally checked out women at the gym. I even fleetingly wondered what sex would be like with another woman. That said, it didn’t really occur to me that I might actually be bi-sexual. Anyway, with my busy lifestyle, I never had the opportunity to act on the growing curiosity and it remained buried deep within.~~~~~Passing a travel agency on my trudge home from work, I suddenly felt the need. Each day there was a list of chores we needed to complete and he told us he would be traveling a lot but was depending on us boys to run his farm and keep his operation as productive as it was or more so. Then Chad and I started on our first task of the day which was to feed the animals: horses, cows, roosters, and other livestock on the farm. We had to bring them food, water, clean out their stalls, cages and respective spaces before we could get anything else done and this started now at 5. He used me several times that first night. He moved in with me while he was doing the work in Miguel’s apartment. Once he grew comfortable with the idea I was just a different type of woman, he opened up to me. Our frantic sex became gentle lovemaking, with him considerate of my desires and feelings. He was interested in me as a person. He listened to me, laughed with me instead of at me. He was disappointed when our time together ended. And so was I. Silve was no fool. She saw the burgeoning.