With that she had me sit down on the closed toilet seat (which had a soft furry seat cover on it... it was the 70's) and then she knelt in front of me... Then she said, "Now you just sit back and relax, and let whatever happens happen." And with that she began stroking my cock.My whole spine shivered as she stroked me up and down. Here was this beautiful 30-something woman doing something to me that seemed like a dream. She looked up into my eyes and asked, "Does it feel good?"I just nodded and. She seemed to be floating above the bed a little bit, and off to the right. She was flying, and the pain was gone.She was dead.And she'd peed herself.There were other people in the room. In the corner her mother was sobbing into her father's chest. The town doctor was saying something she couldn't hear to two other boys. She couldn't hear anything that they were saying actually. Things were very quiet-like she was deaf.The boys nodded, and while the doctor hustled her parents out of the. First, she had expected those glasses to get in the way, and they hadn't. She'd also expected his beard to tickle, and it hadn't. Finally, she hadn't expected his lips to taste like anything. But they had. She licked her lips, looking at his, trying to remember that taste. She'd been unable to classify it, and her emotions had been at such a boil that all she could think of doing was moving on, before she did something silly, like kiss him again. She'd wanted to. And when he had begged for. I have to say, I got a full menu of women to digest in those interviews. They ranged from older women to very young, single women, married women and even a couple of widows. Some were so hot I'd be hard all day if they worked right next to me and some were so disturbingly ugly I'd forget about sex all together if they worked with me. During the interviews I was able to qualify those who fit my profile while disqualifying the others. I made a list of those I would invite for 2nd.