I squatted up and went straight past my own wispy ginger pubes and began circling my inexperienced clitoris. It was like an on-button and with that I ...orgot myself and came crashing down backwards! I was quite clumsy.Laughing, I lay on my back and grabbed the magazine and propped it up against the loft beam whilst continuously increasing the pressure on my young clitoris with my other hand.As I went to turn the page I realised that my other fingers were still wet. I couldn’t resist tasting my. She was slowly dragging her fingernails over the taut fabric of her shirt, circling the hard bulge that it concealed. Her hips moved a little as she spoke, as if quietly seeking their own attention. I had been out mowing Friday evening and her daughter had been lying face down on a chaise lounge. As I came around the corner of the house on the mower, she had just pushed up and was pulling her top into place. I had just stared as she stood up, turned her back to me slowly and looked over her. Deeper, deeper, his feral mind implored him, deeper into her virgin form. With each downward stroke, he felt the head of his member kiss the back of her spasming channel. A perfect fit, as they were made for one another, for this moment, for all time. The tempo of his thrusts began to accelerate, the strength of each stroke starts to crescendo. His lover wiggled and moaned under him, and as his handed gripped her firm breasts her sexual struggle doubled, and her pleasurable scream pierced her. Her breasts, while small, were well rounded and as her ability to go braless attested, quite self supporting. Weight wise she had never been more than a hundred and ten pounds in her life. Most men, she knew, would still consider her an attractive woman.What she lacked, she knew, was experience. If she ever did have the determination to go through with the divorce, what then? Did she even know how to get another man? Or would she spend the rest of her life alone as she was now?Her life before.