She had been the best I had ever had, and I couldn't stand not having her sexually anymore. Finally, it became too much, and I had decided to text her... a simple "Hey, how are you?" A couple of minutes later, my phone began to ring. It was her. She seemed a lot colder than usual, but I told myself it was due to not speaking to each other for a year. We made some small talk, and I suggested we meet up. She asked where, and I suggested we meet at her place. She paused for a bit, and then agreed. I. And that included me. Now that I was watching I caught eyes flicking at me when I walked by, even adult men. I purposefully wore tight pants and went to malls and busy streets just so men would stare at my ass.It made me hot. I felt wicked and wanton, and really sexy.I knew that it was wrong of me to act like that. I never wore really tight pants to school, for example, because I didn't want the other kids talking about me and calling me loose.I wasn't. I was still a virgin. But I was so. ‘It was my grandmother’s mother’s and then, later on, it was my grandmother’s. My grandmother was quite a character. You already have her glasses, why not stay in her room?’ You slowly and gently wrapped your arms around me. ‘Sure, Daddy, sure. I’d love to. It’s right next to yours – which is really more like ours kind-of.’ You snuggled your face against my neck. I stroked your curls. I held you close. ‘Daddy, I know there were other women who lived here too. I can feel them in this room. They. " Were you always like that?" You mean before I knew you?" Yes."He stopped moving inside me. Neither of us said anything for several moments. I was considering just what to tell him. We had never discussed past lovers before. I decided to tell him about some of my past to see how he reacted to it. "Before I had sex, I was very nervous about how a guy would react to my breasts. They are small, and they are different in size. Plus, I had a scar under my left nipple where a cist had been removed..