I guess she could feel that I was tight, though, because she waited a little, then only very slowly pushed a little more inside. The stinging had subs...ded slightly. 'You OK baby?''Yeah,' I moaned, half in discomfort, half in pleasure.She continued to ease herself into me gradually until I was full up. Then, slowly, she began to slide in and out. Very slowly at first. The pleasure was beginning to overcome the pain. I was starting to really enjoy the feeling of her cock inside me, her meaty. Donna was looking for Margo at lunch time, and was not disappointed. The older woman knew immediately that she had taken her advice, and gave the girl a hug. They talked about Donna's experience, and Margo was becoming visibly agitated. When Donna asked what was wrong, she answered, "I'm horny, that's what's wrong. And I've got nobody but myself to take care of it, that's what's worse!" What about your husband?" I don't know why I'm telling you this, but I have to tell someone. He hasn't. ' She was sure he looked shame-faced, as he reached out and touched her arm. 'Yes, I will call. We can go out and do something nice next week, if you'd like.''Sure,' she said, far from convinced. She smiled at him wryly. 'Daddy must have really pissed you off.' The surprised look on his face confirmed what she'd suspected. 'Well I know you work for him, so who else could that have been? Fucked you over, did he? But I'm sure you feel all better about it now. So you can take that bloody. But still, gay eroticism was something far away, something that did not happen in my environment, and which was not for me. Even a very strange incident afterwards, did not ring a bell for me. I had driving lessons from a fat man of about sixty. I can't remember how the conversation turned to gay sex, but somehow we drove to the station bookstore and got the guy some gay booklets for me so I could see for myself. Would the driving instructor have noticed anything about me? During the.