“Oh my fucking God!”I heard my own voice gasping aloud as his hips slapped noisily against my inner thighs and his pubic hair rasped again against...my mound.“Did I hurt you?” his voice sounded anxious.“Christ no!” I hissed.Again he pulled back and thrust hard into me. Again I gasped aloud. Again he thrust into me. And then, as if twenty years of pent-up of frustration and passion was let loose in a single moment, Tony began to fuck me like a man possessed.Oh my God! Did that man fuck me! Harder. Roger estimated their ages between twenty-five and forty. There were also about a half dozen men in their thirties or early forties at the group. Although he didn’t currently have children, no one objected to his inclusion, once they heard about his wife and children.The second item on Roger’s plan was:It’s a numbers game, ask out and date as many women as possible.After about a month in the Wellington single parents group, Roger was ready to start asking women out. At the second meeting in. I pretended I didn’t notice he was there as I feigned reading my book. I even began to slowly rub my left leg over my right leg seductively, as if dealing with an itch.Although I knew he was standing very close to me, I ignored him. I wished I could have seen his face, but I wanted to act as innocent as possible. I wanted to start the tease.I wanted him to start seeing his mother as a woman and a sexual being. I wanted to plant the seed that his mother could make a great cum slut.I didn’t make. I'm sure he'd never seen a Goth close up, let alone paid one for sex. His hand was on my leg, moving up my thigh. He leaned in. "Is kissing OK?" I didn't answer, just put one arm around his neck and pulled his mouth to mine. Our tongues met, and we kissed deeply. His hand moved up across my stomach to my left tit, his fingers finding the nipple and the ring. His touch was gentle at first, then began to pull at my nipple, his hand kneading the flesh of my minuscule breasts. My hand moved to his.