I had seen a tear trickle down her cheek as she told me about the medical condition that had changed her from a faithful wife with normal sexual desir...s into a sex starved woman who needs to have sex of any kind, anywhere, with any man. I could tell that she didn’t like being what she had become, but that she was being driven by a force she had no control over. Turning toward her, I wrapped my arms around her in what I hoped would be a comforting, consoling hug and we sat that way for several. Nena's real name was Mary Helen, but her parents had always called her Nena, ever since she could remember. It's what everyone called her in the family and in town.At eighteen, all she had to wear were old peasant dresses and hand-me-downs from her mother, but this in no way distracted from her obvious physical beauty and endowments. She had a perfect oval face with full, red lips, dark brown, almond shaped eyes that were so deeply brown they were almost black. Her lashes were so thick and long. He told himself he is going to take it slow today. He is gonna enjoy his mom’s flesh inch by inch.No hurries he thought himself. He removed his blouse and petticoat slowly. She was wearing a black bra and panties. Her aroma got even stronger after removing the dress. His cock got hard and it began to ache. He slid his hand behind her boobs and tried to unstrap the bra hook.He unhooked it without any problems this time since last time she taught him how to do it. Her melons got bigger than the. “Yeah, sure!” He exclaimed. I concentrated on shampooing and washing my hair, watching as Timmy played with my body in pure joy. He was enjoying every second of it. He squeezed out quite a healthy amount of the body wash onto my shower puff, rubbing up and down my body, and very delicately I might add. He started up near my shoulders, working his way down my chest and stomach, taking plenty of time to feel the firmness of tits. He would first rub a spot with the puff and then glide over it.