I wanted more, more, more, wanted it never to end. He fucked me on the bed, taking me slowly and deeply and then faster and faster as I bucked and hea...ed and writhed desperately under him, my teenage body tossing and jumping and jerking in an uncontrollable fever, my cunt convulsing and spasm on his thrusting cock which was so big, so thick, so hard, so hot, so good. My nipples ached with the sweet tension of it and when he sucked and licked them and crushed them in his hands I felt the heat. My marriage is stuffed. Ian comes home late every night, sometimes he’s drunk. I can smell the pussy on him so I know that there is someone else. Maybe he has more than one. He has reached the stage where he doesn’t even hide it from me anymore. I spoke to him about separating and he just said OK, whatever you want then two minutes later he’s trying to screw me with his little prick. It’s about the same size as your little finger. He then gets on me, in and out 5 times, blows his wad and rolls. .."This was the thought that started it all, but back then, all I wanted wasto know what it was like, what it was for, but above all, how I would feelafter using it.I was seven years old, and this wasn't the first time I'd ever had wornmakeup of any kind, but it would be the first time my curiosity wouldallow me to do something like this...I was four when my mother decided to dress me up as a fairy princess orsomething for Halloween, and she had me wear blush and lipgloss as well.With my long. It was the opposite. We tried to help our neighbors and fellowvillagers whenever possible, treating injuries and afflictions. Thetrouble was, that although many were grateful, some had reservations.It was just that some thought that certain of our activities weresuspicious or even alarming although they were for the benefit of thosewho came looking for our help. We got to be known as healers, but inreality we just applied commonsense, and lot of trial and error. Also,like my grandmother and her.