I didn’t want to let John go either, but the choice is no longer mine. John is gone now, never to return.When we married, John promised before our f...mily, friends and God that as long as I was his, he would love me and no other. He reinforced that promise every day by giving me a gentle kiss on my forehead as he got out of bed. During the week he had to wake up early because of his job and the long commute. He was out of the house long before my alarm went off. His waking before me carried into. The only penis I wasfamiliar with was my own - and I couldn't very well go round to Plug'sor Gash's that evening and ask them to whip it out for me so I hadsomething to use as a yardstick.He's not the only one.When I got home I found that the front door was locked. I never took akey with me; mum was always back from the shop by a quarter to four atthe latest. I trotted through the covered alleyway that led to thegarden gate. That was bolted shut as well. Swearing loudly, I threw downmy. She had 36 DD tits and a lovely bum. I was a spitting image of my father with a average body, average 5 inch dick and loved to play sports.I fantasise about my hot mother all the time. I sit there in bed every night with my mums Facebook open wanking and fantasising about me and her. I had been fantasising about my mother for about a year. Nudity was chilled around the house, since it was only me and my mother at home, I 'accidentally' walk in on my mother getting changed and always get a. Some sense of dread overcame any curiosity I had that could perhaps be answered by going over there.I was alive. Their daughter was not. How could they look at me with anything other than envy, or even hate? I had to have been responsible for this in some way, surely they’d believe that somewhere deep inside, just like I did now.“Uh, probably not,” I offered softly. “Not up to seeing anyone.”“I understand,” mom said and squeezed my hand. “I’ll get you some napkins and some milk and juice, but.