I rushed to there as I entered her house. I hugged her tightly and kissed her forehead, cheeks neck nose then I took her face in my hands and kissed h...r juicy lips. I sucked her upper lips then her lower lips and then I entered my tongue to her mouth. She sucked it and we started smooching and we exchanged our saliva and we were smooching for almost 20 minutes then I placed my hands on her boobs and started to squeeze it. She started moaning she told me kutts squeeze it hardly. I started. The opportunities for me to behave like a dirty little whore were almost endless. The postman, who always arrived about the same time would be my first victim. He was a nice young man of maybe twenty and he looked as pure as the driven snow. Yes, my first experience was about to happen and my nipples were as stiff as could be, just thinking about it. That evening was the mayor's annual dinner and dance. Everyone who was anyone would be there and yes, I would be the adoring, loving wife. Oh, that feels great."Encouraged, I felt the head of his cock with my other hand. It felt spongy and firm. The skin was very smooth and hot. I stroked and petted it with my fingers as I worked the shaft with my fist. I must have been doing it right, because his cock grew quickly and got very hard in my hand. The skin drew taut over the shaft and I felt veins bulge out. I relaxed my grip and let my hand slide over his cock, just stroking the shaft lightly. His hips started to buck under me and I. Perhaps such a woman defies description. Women say that men cannot express their feelings. That is true but only to a point. Men certainly feel just as much, perhaps even more, because women simply cannot fathom the effect they can have on us. We seem to lack the ability to process it into words because deep down we still are solid, basic, simple, like rocks or trees or soil. I do know a tiny part of each man deep within is made of glass. We act cool or tough or whatever word you wish to use.