White’s head in my hands and pulled him even closer into my pussy, which I thrust forward to meet his lips. I felt his fingers on the band of my pan...ies and pulled back slightly to give him room to pull them down. As soon as my pussy was totally exposed Mr. White darted his tongue into the vacated space and began to probe my outer and inner lips. His tongue quickly moved to my clitoris which had popped out as if it were aching to be sucked, which it was. Mr. White pulled my panties the rest of. In fact we ended up having quite a meaningful conversation about the changes my body had gone through in the past few years. I told mom unashamedly that I had to relieve myself at least twice daily and each time I came like a geezer. We both chuckled at that and she told me that she had never seen so much ejaculate in one go. To assure her more, I even told her that I could cum even without thinking about anything sexy - that me coming was somehow unrelated to sex and just a bodily reaction to. Om Parkash is a 65 years old widower who has more money than he needs. Marrying him brought me money. But where should I get cock from? He could not raise his limp cock even on teh first nght of our marriage. I crsed myself for missing my real fucklife. But on the very third day, a young man of 30 came to our house. He broght light in my otherwise dull fuck-life. He was Amit, Om’s son and my step-son.He looked at my 36 DD cups and long legs. I was wearing a see-through blouse and cooton shorts. She really never explained it and I didn't, somehow, have the courage to ask.The rest of the weekend, I wrestled with the thought that perhaps I'd found a girl who didn't like sex, I knew that long-term that would be difficult, well, really impossible to deal with. I certainly did not want a celibate marriage.To say I was depressed, didn't really get to the heart of it. I was in a real funk, thinking that somehow, we'd reached the end of the road as a couple. Maybe, I wondered, this was her way.