Life is short and I love sex. But it was more than just loving sex, I loved being a sex object. I fully embraced my sexuality. I could see the way men...looked at me and I knew what they wanted to do to me. Instead of upsetting me (why should it) it turned me on. I make pulses race. I make temperatures rise. I make cocks hard. And every guy I ever fucked has told me I make them cum really hard. That is amazing. Every other guy I hooked up with that year wanted me just for himself. I wasn't ready. So I took her two hands and said, "Maria you are special. I will teach you as a teacher should. Alright, sweetie?" And she nodded her head enthusiastically. I knew we were exposed in this cubicle. Any one might poke their head around a partition, but I was also a man who hadn't had sex since his last girlfriend left him months ago. Fuck it. "The first thing you need to know is the difference between men and women. Do you know that?" I asked. "Well," she said, "I've had hygiene in high school. At first MJ did not hear her as she was in another world enjoying my 8.5" thick cock filling her pussy slowly sliding in and out. When she did notice her I was not going to stop and Betty just stood there in awe of what she was seeing. MJ gave a nice smile and closed her eyes enjoying the moment. Betty moved to the side of the table watching as she removed her clothing. MJ watched and when Betty was naked she reached out and caressed her 36 C tits until her nipples were the size of thimbles.. You must be tired walking up and down these hills all day." I am that, but I can't delay too long I've some sheep still to find."We chatted for a while and I found myself relaxing in his company. He clearly took me for the woman I pretended to be. He told me he lived with his aged father in a small farm across the valley. They struggled to make a living from breeding sheep and milking a few cows. Then he stood and announced he had to go. "Why don't you walk down to the village pub this evening.