This forwardness was actually a big problem for me, as she was always teasing and hooking up with the local boys. With each new guy she came home with... the more people noticed that I didn’t. I found myself more than a little jealous of her sexual experience as I was lagging some way behind. As a result, I would often be a little hard on her when our mother was out, more out of my envy than any fault on her part. Now, coming back to more recent events, I can remember the exact moment my opinion. "Hm?" he asked. "How do you feel?" "Hot," she moaned, moving her hips against his fingers. He placed his finger at her entrance, torturing her, not quite ready to give her what she wanted. "How hot, baby?" "Mmm, really hot," she said as he slid one finger in. He slowly moved it in and out before putting in a second finger. He reached deep inside her, finding her G-spot, and pounded it slowly, making her gasp with each stroke. He slowly began to pick up speed, until her moans couldn't keep up. Mainly I liked my own space, most of the time. When I did meet a woman whom I fancied, she was the main priority for the time the affair lasted. I could see that Katherine was going to be one of those women who would take all my time, and I wanted to give her everything. I asked her to take a seat and I proceeded to make us a drink, just a couple of after dinner Bailey’s and cream and a cup of coffee. I sat in the chair opposite her and looked at her in the brighter lights of the room. She. I mean you never struck me as the kinky kind that would take multiple guys to bed. Is it really that bad?”“Is it bad for you? I mean I never see you with a woman. How do you deal with being alone?”“I don’t have any options. I just do it. I mean if you never noticed there are not a lot of mature women hanging out at the bar.”“But there are some really nice women there. I know of at least one that would go home with you if you asked and I suspect there are more.”“I have been married and divorced.