My husband is successful, I lead a good life, go where I want, do what I want, within reason, have 2 or 3 holidays a year, a Golf car and a Mercedes i... the garage. Designer clothes, big house, a pool, large garden, a gardener, and a housekeeper. But I am a hands on person too, I well remember my c***dhood, no money, no nothing except loving parents.My name is Jennifer, as I said I am 40 years old, 5ft 8" tall, very good looking and still attract the opposite sex, not that I go there, Oh no, not. I spent the next 8 days praying I wasn't pregnant until my period started in earnest. Sam wasn't interested in me anymore after that, which crushed my tender heart, but lots of other guys were. I kept them at bay, however, refusing to be the girl who 'put out', and eventually they quit asking and left me alone.I held on to the memory of that experience. In the middle of my senior year I met a guy from the local college who finally broke down my barriers. After almost a year I finally gave in to. Sure wore a lot of it, I thought, and I wondered why she was using so much eye shadow. Didn't remember that from the one time I'd talked to her in the hospital. "There's a box of tissues in the console, if you need them."She sniffled, and said "Thanks," and reached for them, then dabbed at her eyes. She pulled the visor mirror down to check, and started crying again.We were in traffic, and nearing the hospital, so I pulled into the lot before I looked at her again. She had a wad of tissues in. She caught him as he was about to climb into the pool, she pushed him back on to the step and pulled his swimming togs down, a massive penis sprung from his togs, fully erect. The woman closed her mouth around his cock and began to give him a blowjob, right in front of everyone. Somehow she managed to feed his long cock all the way down the back of her throat, noisily sucking him till he soon came in her mouth to great cheers from the audience. Me and Rob were beginning to realise what sort of.