I pulled up his fore skin and revealed his red tip. I sat down and hungrily started sucking it, at the same time I massaged his huge balls. Then I sta...ted eating his balls. He was continuously calling me all sweet things and telling that you are my wife and I’ll take you with me. After some time he pulled me up, hugged me and fell into the bed. He parted my legs and pushed his big cock into my slippery tunnel. I cried in loud voice since I am used to only thin cock of my hubby and moreover mine. I started to become more aware of men around me. I loved it that I could smile and watch guys drool over me. My neighbor Greg is a hot guy for a 38 year old and very into his sports. I've always thought he was hot, but only recently I've seen the way he looked at my cleavage as I walked by. I would play with myself thinking of him.One night we were invited over for a party at their place. I did my best to look hot and older and obviously it worked because I could see him watch me as I came and. He wasn’t working behind the bar on this occasion. Truthfully, he was a bit of a bore, albeit a good-looking butch bore. He was seriously into hunting and I got a lecture about guns, meat, and skinning the animals he had shot. This was not really the kind of conversation that tickled my fancy. After an early dinner, I left the pub a short while later.Fourteen days later, again on a Saturday, I would see Conrad one final time. Jenny had secured a job in the city where Conrad worked and would. But, the idealist outside was real. Their scares were real. Their shame was real. It was all too much excitement and fun.She loved what she chose to do in her life, and became more inquisitive about life and its nitty-gritty. John on the other hand was a loose cannon but in a positive way.He was always getting into trouble. Always finding ways to be a boy. He came from a family where trouble brewed like coffee. He had a drunken dad, a not-so-caring mom, brothers and sisters who had no clue of.