I have short dark red hair top and bottom.I’ve been married to the right guy for about three years now. No kids came in spite of a lot of trying. I ...an’t get pregnant, we found out. Well, I’ll save on birth control!So sex is only for fun now. And I sure think it’s fun! And it was a lot of fun when I was single. A virgin at twenty-four when I met my future husband (MFH), he helped me see beyond the controlling teachings of my fundamentalist parents. I finally realized that sex was a natural. Typical!She is twenty-one, single, average size, and reasonably attractive. I am a loner, workaholic type about ten years older than she. After settling into her job which pays rather well for a recent graduate, she noticed that I didn’t have a social life. She gently pried out of me confirmation that I had little history with women.Pris, the nickname she preferred, established a custom of opening a bottle of wine at 4pm on Fridays and reviewing various and sundry things from the week. Towards. Oh god, was he good. I did suck him off and loved the taste of his cum. He wanted me to swallow it, and I did. We always kissed after doing the oral thing. It was so hot!We finally made our way out of the Fun House. We had not eaten a thing since the morning, and mine was only coffee. We walked around the grounds holding hands like young lovers. I shot went up my spine when I heard, "Julie, is that you?" The voice of Bill Blose rang in my ears. There I was bra-less in a mini skirt, holding. ” No, OK. “Have a top up of coffee then.” Why does his eyes keep looking down there. I look down and oh frig! A button’s come undone. I think I’m flashing my Lucy! Because my pyjama bottoms are a bit tight, it’s quite noticeable. He’s seen my landing strip and everything. He’s spotted that I’ve spotted that he’s seen my pubes. Now there’s that awkward moment when I’m wondering whether to laugh it off, politely excuse myself to rearrange things or just brazenly carry on like a slut. That’s easy..