At last, he groaned and released his hot cum inside my pussy. He fucked me for 15 minutes non-stop. We both were exhausted. Then we slept on each othe... for some time.I don’t know when we slept. I woke up the next day in the morning at 10 am and found that I was alone on my bed naked. I just woke up and found my clothes on the floor, and bloodstains on my bedsheet. It was August 28, 2010, the day I lost my virginity.I covered my body up to my boobs and went to the washroom. I brushed my teeth. If what I was thinking was true, he was a dirty old bastard who wanked off to young girls, just what I wanted, and I knew more about him than he me.So you the reader will not be surprised when I say I popped a letter through his door on Saturday Afternoon, concocted by me, offering the Guides 'Bob-A-Job' service, due next week. I devised it on my computer as a type of questionaire and all he had to do was tick the boxes for the time, and type of chore he wanted done.He chose the general house. "Once rested, I got to my feet and kept up a moderate pace on my way out of the park. Nearing Martha's street again, I felt the uplifting effect of the controlled run kicking in; I was still anxious, but now I felt like doing something more constructive about it. By the time I returned to Martha's I recovered, at least physically, but I dripped sweat. Martha stood by the dining table drinking her coffee and buttoning up. She looked trim and fresh and dangerously pretty in a starched white. Oh, Goodness! I can't believe I said that. I used the F word. Gosh, I would never say that with my husband. He disliked it immensely in a woman. He never swore himself. He was spanky clean. He was . . .. Christ! He was fucking dead. The man was dead and his wife was very much alive and still very horny. So, the answer was a simple one. I would pay this young man to have sex with me. I would give him whatever he asked for and he would give me what I needed: his wonderfully young,.