It felt strange. I had been with virgins before but this was as tight. I was about a quarter inside her and she asked me to stop and pulled herself aw...y and on to the bed. "Sorry was that too much?" I asked. "Can we try a different position?" Sure". Cathy rolled over and lifted her bum in the air enough for me to see her vagina starting to weep fluids. I crawled on the bed and positioned myself between her legs. "This time just push it right in". That was an invitation that didn't need. Looking in the rear view mirror I noticed that we had built up quite a heavy traffic spot around our car too. Gabrielle must have done the math too as she immediately raised the roof and gunned the engine once more and weaved us through the traffic and away from the fading cacophony of tooting horns.The rest of the journey home was short and uneventful, Gabrielle dropped me at my front lawn and then almost as an after thought said. Come on over tomorrow at 7 p.m. We’re having a few friends over. After the war I continued on, not as much affected since I had the long view and fully expected a long life ahead of me. I was still physically a man of my thirties, hale and hearty, attractive to the women, whom I continued to love, though the 1950's were a time of sexual retrenchment in America. Then, sometime in the 1970's, an entertaining decade as the sexual revolution was in full swing, I noticed a change. I began to age at a normal rate. I was panicked at first, but over time, reconciled. I decided to push it a little further, to experiment with the situation. “Your breasts are beautiful. I’m guessing that they’re natural?” She gave another modest smile; I was actually putting her in a good mood. “Yes. Most people think that they are fake, but they are actually real. Why didn’t you think they were fake?”“You’re always so honest, you don’t seem like the person who would lie about her appearance. Plus you’re already so pretty that breast size doesn’t matter.” She began to blush..