She also had a quick mind and an exciting body, but her talent was what got her ahead and eventually got her in trouble, a lot of trouble. I met Linda...when she and I entered high school, and I admired her, OK, to be honest, lusted after her from the start. She had a pretty face, long legs and a killer body.I was fourteen and she was about a half-year older, not that it made any difference. She was sexually experienced and relaxed while I was sexual ignorant and very nervous around girls.I got. I can flex my knee. At least I am not paralyzed. That's for sure. My bottom and lower back are on fire. I am trying to move my arms. The right one is not responding. My fingers are numb. I am not sure if I have internal injuries. My stomach is not painful. That's good. There are moist blotches beside me. I touch them. Then, I examine the tips of my fingers. To my relief, they are not smeared with blood. The wetness is maybe water or urine, but definitely not blood. I am not sure if I have. Here was my mother naked, on a hot sunny day, and I was going to be fucking her in a few minutes.But first, hippie sex! Something I was sure she had no experience with. Her eyes were shut, but she seemed totally relaxed. I stood and removed all my clothes slowly, then knelt in front of her chair. My hands found her feet, and slowly gave her a deep foot massage that went on for a minute or two, then they began to work their way slowly up her legs.She said, through slack lips, “Feels so good…” I. I was probably in my late 30s then. Yes, 37. Starting at 37, I began hisexile. I caused him to be fired from his job; with my income, we didn'tneed his paltry salary. And little strikes at a man's masculinity asharshly as being both unemployed and out-salaried by his wife.Birth control pills first (he didn't have to know). An assigned householdcleaning list second (a controlling exercise plain and simple). Then a bra(because he was 'found' holding one too close to his chest) with pantiesin aid..