I tried to make it just that -- for two weeks. Now, however, a strange yearning drove me on. One that I feared, yet had to explore. I had to know. Was...I a slut? Am I a slut. To be used by men for their enjoyment. I had to laugh, for I suddenly realized that this latter part was my marriage: Being used by hubby. The selfish bastard.KMart was coming back into view. Driving more carefully, more attentively, I switched lanes. The centre. The right. The turn lane.Fear gripped me.A quick glance over. ”I replied, “Yes, with her forwardness.”Veronica said, “I guarantee you that she is a virgin and that you can have all three of her virgin holes. My husband took all of my holes so that no one else could. He was a jerk and a selfish one at that.”I said, “What if I fixed her up with my nephew. He is a year or two older than Holly and he is a very nice kid, just like I was at his age.”She said, “Shut up and fuck me.”I decided to do just that. It had been more than a couple of years since I had my. Yes. I wanted to, too."But, I'm not sure how far I'm comfortable going. Would you be okay with taking things slowly? Would you be okay if we never progressed past where we've been so far?"My first thought was a stab of disappointment. I really wanted to feel what it was like to have intercourse. But, like any teenage boy, the idea of sexy play with Mom, with a chance to get sexual relief without having to rely on my hands, was thrilling."Mom, if we never do more than what we've done so far,. Then he told that he needs two more measurements, that of inner length from toe to the center of thighs and also the measurement of thighs at the junction of thighs. I don’t know how I did it, but without a word I placed my fight foot on the cot and lifted the saree so that he can take measurement. I had forgotten that I was not wearing panties. He smiled but noted the measurements. Then only I realized my situation. But it was too late to hide. His hand was moving slowly on my thigh as he was.