With this fear in mind, I avoided sex. Also as my husband is 11 years older than me he naturally had lost his capacity to perform. So it was convenien... for both. Though I was getting tempted to call an old friend or two for sex, the fear instilled in me by that lousy doctor was enough a deterrent.Almost 10 years after menopause, 15 years after I lost my husband, I found my second blooming. Yes, I was in a very good affair with a handsome young person of around 35. It all happened in an. Half the dick was in and his hole is tight as hell on my dick now. In few moments he was ok and his ass adjusted too. I made another forceful push and dick just slid into the hole its full length.“aaaaaaaaahhhhh shit shit shit!! Take it out .. It hurts .. It hurts bad!!”, he cried.I held him strong and pushed him down on the tote.“take a deep breath… Relax, it will be ok in a moment”, I said, trying to calm him down.And he now just laid his body on the tote and kind of surrendered to me seeing. It was an unimpressive structure, looking much like the ruins that it was to be. But he knew better. Inside was supposedly a source of ancient power that had not been exercised in centuries past, when sorcerers built it. Now it stood as a ruin. But it was a ruin that people from the nearby village were disappearing. He had a quest to find the answer.Entering the place, he sensed a presence right away. The doors slammed suddenly, as if to seal him in. This was not a normal tower at all. In fact,. I was like a child at Christmas as with a shaking finger I pressed the green ‘Accept’ button. I’d wanted to seem calm and cool on the previous call, but I couldn’t hide my excitement as I heard Claire’s voice and looked at the beautiful and excited face of the woman who had shared my life these last twenty-four years.Hearing Claire’s voice and seeing her was a soothing balm to my spirit. She asked me if I was okay. I said yes, but after twenty-four years, Claire knows very well when I’m lying.