Minutes later she came into the garden and started chatting to me and said she was letting her hair down as it was her first outing for months. I aske... her what she liked to do when she let her hair down and she said she liked to have a good time and then make love. I said she would have to wait until she got home as I had seen her husband leave.She smiled and said - maybe not as I am talking to you and you are a good looking guy. I told her my car was parked around the back and did she fancy. I was too shy to reach out to any of them. Starting in my mid-teens, there were girls who showed me interest, though they were all on the pudgy side. I find it interesting that during my entire life, only pudgy females have ever initiated contact with me, though my fantasies were all about the slender, toned ones, like you. The slender ones may have responded respectfully to my subtle hints, but either couldn't read my signs or weren't interested, so there was no follow through. My first date. He needed to make certain in his head and heart once and for all or he’d go mad with the wondering. She had given him a key to her place months ago although he never asked for it. ‘Your choice,’ was what she said when she gave it to him. He kept it in the glove box of his car, out of sight, but not out of mind. He’d take it out periodically, look at what it said, a promise unspoken, then quickly replaced it in its safe place and wore his fidelity like a thorny crown about his head. Now it had. It seemed we dated for months before he made his first move towards aSexual encounter. I tried my best to keep putting him off but finally iJust figured it was time to explain myself and take a chance on losingHim. It was on our next date that i told him we had to talk in private andSo we went driving to as they call it lovers lane. It took me about half anHour to explain everything about me and how i had come to being this wayAnd by the time i was finished i thought he would push me out the.