Sure enough, she could feel a small, but distinct pair of testicles. I wonder if I can have these surgically removed, she thought, as she palpitated t...em. “God, Elaine, you’re such a slut,” Charlene said. “”You’re not even, as they say,‘full-growed yit’ and already you’re playing with them like a major league third baseman.” “Who is ‘they’?” “Smart ass. Here, bite on this.” Charlene handed her the mimosa. Elaine started to take a sip, but just as the glass reached her lips, she stopped. “A. My wife was my best friend and soul mate though and we always had so much fun going out, eating and drinking and when she died I felt I was left with nothing. While I loved her, there were fantasies and sexual urges that I couldn’t bring myself to ask her to do. At 52, I didn’t want to start dating even though I had a lot of women friends who tried to have relationships with me but that’s not what I wanted. So I started exploring online and even went to massage parlors and escorts because. Being invited into her bedroom was a first but it came about so naturally. "I bought myself a new doona for my bed", she smiling said when they arrived back at her mobile home. "I would like your opinion for I was a bit undecided for there were a number and they all were attractive", she said as she guided him into her inner sanctuary. Admiring the doona was the last thing on his agenda, but it did give an opinion to advance along the path of intimacy and as he cupped her tits and lifted her. Boy, THAT had snapped her back to her senses. She had to beg him to finish, and felt guilty because she knew he had gone easy on her for the last few strokes. Lesson learned. She wouldn't make that mistake again.But when Sir had pushed his thick cock up into her virginal ass, up deep into that place she had never allowed another lover ... he had claimed her, she felt. She had already been his when he tied her down. She would do anything for Sir. He just didn't know it yet, she realized with.