The 36 year old blonde Milf knew it when her husband had refused to make love to her for years. Her daughter, Kitty summers, being her only child. Tho...gh it wasn't the sex that bothered her as it was the love. A woman needed love, craved it. And here she was with none to speak of. Her husband, coach of coxville high, may as well have been a statue in terms of love.She was a knockout in school, the wet dream fantasy of many of the jocks in Coxville high. Many of the school's male population had. "I've never wanted another man to make love to me again so badly." A teeth showing smile formed on his face. "I'm glad I could fulfill your desires." "Thank you." "Your welcome." His eyes drifted south. "Oh, your breasts are so much bigger now, I love them. For the record, I did love them before." We kissed once again, just as his phone rang. “Who the fuck is calling you now, future hubby?” He reached for his phone and seized it. "It's her, I'll make it quick." An ugly look shot his way. "You. She tried to concentrate on the movie, but her thoughts were actually on what she had just witnessed in the bedroom. Losing interest in the movie, she dashed into the kitchen to find something to eat. She searched through the refrigerator and came up with some cold chicken and potato salad."This should hit the spot," she said under her breath. Carrying the food in her arms, she was about to close the refrigerator door when her eyes fell upon a long, thick sausage. "Aha! This might be just what. More risky was to drive up and park alongside the road they were standing in. I was parked though, and the engine off. Two girls would be standing, maybe on the other side of the road, and I’d get out my mags and prop two in my lap, so the weight of the mag was on my erect penis, enough to apply the pressure that would stop it being painful when I ejaculated. The girls would notice my mags, I’d be ogling them and the mags and feeling the spunk rising and rising. Sometimes I was brave enough to.