I kept wondering how long he had been doing this and whether or not he had attempted to penetrate me. My questions were soon answered. By him manoeuvr...ng himself somewhat, his hard young penis found my wet opening and slid in. He was rock hard and I could not prevent my body from beginning to perspire from the excitement. Mark was moaning and beginning to pump more vigorously. I could feel the ridge to his dick-head sliding in and out of the first couple of inches of my very wet pussy.I could. Shortly afterwards I went cold turkey on him, and everything stopped. I know my mothering skills had gone awry and I was terrified he would talk about it, but years passed and nothing was said, and we remained very close.Then as I approached my forties, my body awoke sexually, I was alive again with an unquenchable lusting for sex, fifteen years of denial, and now I awoke each morning thinking about cocks and wanting to fuck.I went online and ordered sex toys, joined a DVD store and rented Porn. Single and have a, what I would like to call, free job. That is; I work from home, on my own hours. I'm the typical blond Scandinavian type with one exception, my eyes are not blue, they are light gray. A tall gangly type with few friends but the few I have are really good and close. And best of the good are Karl and his wife Margareta. They live within walking distance from me and when I'm out on my, not jogging, but walking tour I often pass by their house and if I see any of them in the. I'm asbeautiful as any actress who's ever appeared on the silver screen or thecattiest model who's ever strutted her stuff on a Parisian runway. Myhair is perfect. My makeup is flawless. My breasts are magnificent.My butt is heavenly. I'm better looking, by far, than all but a few ofthe loveliest genetic girls--my cock and balls notwithstanding. The onething I don't have, though, is the gaping hole of a bloody cunt, the so-called wound that never heals.As unlikely as it seems--to me, at.