My soft expression changed to one of urgency as I devoured his thick neck kissing and sucking then nipping his ear lobes I was going to eat all of him... Tenderly I ran my finger tips across his broad shoulders and all over his muscular chest. I was again lost in his perfect body looking at every curve and feeling the energy flowing through him. He was nervous or maybe excited, his heart was beating so strong my finger tips could feel it like his chest was vibrating. As he lay on my bed I placed. My failing was my willingness to believe that these changes reflected a healing that left no scars. I made the blunder that a lot of parents make in not bringing up painful topics of discussion under the mistaken belief that doing so will somehow reopen old wounds better left untouched. The problem is that most of the time those wounds are still there festering ready to erupt at any moment of stress. Those ignored and problems gives the person a faulty basis of understand life's other. She was just about through with her eyeliner when she sat back and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Hummm, she thought. I don't think I look 41 at least not in the face. She rose up and walked over to the full-length mirror in the walk-in closet. At 5 foot nine inches and 134 pounds with long blonde hair she was a striking woman. She stood with her back to the mirror and looked over the shoulder at her butt. No sagging butt, at least not yet. She turned around and admired her breasts.. After the last story, I did receive many good comments and many of them started chatting with me online.Some of the chats turned very horny that I started experiencing a whole lot of new feelings and getting wet more and more. Some point I literally drip liquid and get tempted to pleasure myself. Since my condition was getting worse, I decided to speak to my mother about it and get some help.So one fine day I dared myself and spoke to my mother that I am getting very very wet and getting scared.