Her pubes were decorated with dark untrimmed hair of a pleasing amount but nothing of her vulva was visible. Just as well for now he thought as he rem...rked, “I wish I had a blue ribbon, but there is no place to pin it anyway. Please accept my commendations on your beauty. Now tell me what you think.”The last class of wine hit bottom as she stood displaying herself to this man not her husband. Wetness began to seep down her thighs but she paid no notice although he did. She smiled as she said,. Reaching the base of the podium I shoved him to his knees, humbling him, leaving him to try to work out the dent in his Adam's apple that my grip had put there.Because it really was Bessie! I recognized the ding on the head tube, just below the handlebars, where she'd deflected a rock that otherwise might have caught me right in the crotch. She wore that scar proudly. It was my Bessie, right down to the basket on the front! She called to me now just the way she'd called to me at that police. Then I remember tht the young mechanic was across the road working.So I pull my curtain to make sure he was there,as I looked I saw him working on a car.I close my curtains and went to the shower I wanted to clean for my first young cock.I soaped up well and wash my pussy good fingering it at the same time thinking about the young man.As I finish taking my shower and dry my skin,I took my phone and called him,asking him if he wanted to see it now meaning my pussy.He was always begging to touch. “Have you been in love before?”“Wow. Cut to the chase, why don’t you?” I said, nudging his hand playfully.“Seriously.”I took a sip of wine and leaned my head back, staring at the ornate plasterwork on the ceiling. “I don’t think so. Not really, anyway.”“You don’t sound sure.”I sighed, my stomach tightening slightly at the memories that were bubbling to the surface. “I was engaged to someone for three years, together for six.”“And what happened?” He topped our glasses up.“He cheated on me with.