I'm a 48 year old mother of 3, I had not slept with another man in since I married my husband, I wasn't in bad shape, 5.7 tall, Big Fat Hanging Tits &...Belly, Black shoulder length hair with a little mix of grey. you could call me a BBW, I'd had just enough to drink when I took Tyrell up on his offer, I asked what did you have in mind? He looked around there was a door on the outside of the building we walked over it was unlocked, once inside we were in a storage room we could hear the music. "Come on Paul. You can do it." Oh my gawd. Oh my gawwwkkk!" shrieked his mother as he began skating."Aaaaahhhhhhhhh!"His mother's screams were intolerable as her son felt no pressure makingsome sharp quick moves from his forehand to backhand and then back tohis forehand, stick handling. It was like everything was in slow motionas he got the goalie to commit to opening his legs as he took the fakeand then snapping the puck right through the five hole for the victory.His family and the majority. It was, well, something. It was something that I had not experienced before, something that would take me, oh God, will I ever find the words, somewhere. The truth, I thought, was that it wasn’t something but anything that could do that. Lorna pushed me away from her. ‘Stop thinking about it.’ Mind reader! ‘It is not always something we can identify. The trick is to do, not to search; to experience, to feel. Get on all fours.’ As she said this, her voice changed from soft to hard, feminine to. He just keeps going! While this is happening a few of my best friends are cheering and chanting “go go go go go!” I then stop and hug him, “You are really good at that!” I said. He then says “So are you.” We then both laugh and split up into the party somewhere. I barely remember the party at all because he just kept distracting me. Every so often while I was talking to friends or grabbing a snack from the table he would come up from behind me and give me a tight hug. Occasionally he would give.