” “Yes.” she replied. “Many a times I had the urge, to make love to him and ask him to fuck me. But I was worried. What would he have though... about me? I was worried that he may be ashamed of me and leave me. I did not want to take the risk of losing him.” "He has never at anytime, looked at me as a woman. He only saw me as a loving mother. Had he ever given me a slightest indication or a hint, that he wanted to make love to me, I would have willingly given myself to him.” “I even. I stop several feet away, and try to look at her aqua-blues (not, not NOT her breasts!) as she looks me over, up and down. She nods once, barely, and for just that instant I can read into the back of her head and the words written there are, "You'll do."I'm trying to resist, now, because I know this is not happening, this is some bizarre tailspin my head is going into because it's been hours since I've had water and months since I've been laid and it's not gonna help my thirst for either if I. It was an enforced holiday because I guess you'd say I'd been something of a naughty girl recently, and I'd been sent out into the country as a punishment. It was all my parent's fault really, at least I thought so. Just a week ago I'd celebrated my 18th birthday, I'd wanted to have a small party with a group of my own friends, but mom and dad had insisted on throwing a big do at home for all their friends and neighbors, showing me off as their darling only c***d all grown up. Well I'm afraid a. My family at first was appalled at all my loose wrinkled skin, especially around my face. They said that it made me look ill, too old, or both. Some asked if I had cancer or maybe AIDS. But with time and exercise everything smoothed out. I was now 36, trim and fit. As I recall, the first admiring look from a woman came when I passed the 220-pound mark. By the time I was down to 200 pounds I’d rack up maybe several a week. When I stopped at 170 pounds, the looks from women who had known me at my.