"Now I want to see your cunt so I want you completely naked." You didn't need to be asked twice and within seconds you were completely naked with the ...xception of your socks and shoes. I took in your virgin beauty and focused in your cunt. "Come closer Sharon and show daddy your pussy hair." You shuffled forward and I lent in to inspect you. I could smell your wetness and managed to spot a few of your hairs. I look up to your face and told you the truth. "Well Sharon, for a girl your age you. ” Sandra laughed. I, being naive didn’t understand untilSandra whispered, “How big was he?” Gina responded quietly, “Very, a full nine inches andthick.” The conversation soon grew too quiet to hear but I hadheard enough. I knew it wasn’t right but I had a morbidcuriosity. How big was nine inches? My husband Davidhad the only penis I had ever seen and I had nevermeasured it. I remembered I had a ruler in my desk andreached down to pull it out and. Things that my husband, and many others, just did not see. They saw me as a whole, as who I am, all wrapped up together in a body that may not be perfect but that is not what they wanted. They did not expect perfection did they, when they looked at my body. Just as when I looked at these paintings I did not expect a photograph. I expected a realistic representation of life, complete with the signs of it being created by a human, which included flaws. Flaws that did not take away but enhanced.. I pulled off both your sweater and your T-shirt in one move, and let my hands glide over your wide shoulders, over your broad chest, and down over your stomach. You’re not as slim and muscular as that first time that we made love, but you’re sexy. Handsome and masculine. Touching you still – always – makes me aroused. You ran your fingers through my hair, and I looked into your warm, brown eyes. Your eyes said ‘I love you’ before you did. I put the palm of my hand over your heart and said ‘I.