I'm a 46 year old woman with 3 teenage k**s so time alone at home is at a premium. I've been married 22 years, I'm 5.5 220 lbs, blond hair, Curvy/Thic... with very large tits. I had not had sex in over a year except with myself and my toy, which is where my story starts. I spend the morning just doing stuff around the house and garden enjoying the quiet, by the afternoon around 1 I was ready for a nap but decided to pull out my toy to relax me I went to the basement took off my tank top and jeans. ” Again, Lennie sat looking coy. “Dance Lennie?” “George, can I?” I can only nod my approval as Tia takes his hand and pretends to hoist him from the bench seat. Lennie lifts himself to his full height as Tia grips his trouser waistband and drags him away into the wall of sound. I'm watching them dance and grind. Lennie's no mover, but in such a tightly packed space it doesn't matter. I figure Tia is about my height in her stocking feet, but her black patents, with at least 4 inch spike heels,. The soldiers who raped her, – and it couldn’t really be called anything else, – were mostly quite young, were frighteningly unimaginative and insensitive in their love-making, and invariably left her lower regions battered, bruised and torn. They all were blessed with the phenomenal erections which seemed to be a permanent feature of them. The only times Sharon ever saw a penis that wasn’t red and raw with a throbbing glans and veins was after the soldiers had at long last relieved their sperm. Others, too, I thought of, but it was impossible to know for sure. I sighed and relayed what I had just thought to Matt."I think you're right boy. Now, I think you should get some rest, as you seem beat. This magic drawing seems to take it out of you," he said with a hint of concern."I do feel something like energy going into my drawings, when I draw most of my fantasy pictures," I admitted."Then off to bed with you! You can get an early start tomorrow right after breakfast," Matt boomed at.