March 15th ~~if I could turn back time…if I could find a way….I’d take back all those words that hurt you and you’d stay…”Turn Back Time�...…”Cher” Gathers the thick golden strands up, unhappy with the look, staring at myself in the mirror, scrunching my nose in quiet desperation, wondering how the hell I was going to wear those stubborn curls. A deeply frustrated sigh escaping my lips, running the brush through my hair once more, thinking how much of a fool I was…to have agreed to this meeting,. After all, eighteen years difference in ages is enough to turn a lot of guys off. And those it doesn't turn off you have to be very careful of!So, while I was hoping he would respond to my email, I wasn't really expecting him to. However, when I went into my email, there was one from him. Holding my breath, I cautiously opened his email fearing it said goodbye.But instead, he sounded even more interested in me! He wrote me a longer, more eloquent reply and told me that our age difference didn't. I dreamed about my wife being screwed by other men, during love making, I would look at her huge breasts and imagine strange suck marks and finger pressure bruises. Her round ass also became a source of fantasy and the thought of her hairy cunt oozing with the cum of one or more other men drove me nearly wild. Before long, I asked her to pose nude for me. She agreed and I collected tons of girlie mags to find the best look for her body type. She had a flat belly, huge jugs and a round ass. Her. ..lying on my bed...laid back against several big pillows...I let my mind wander...wondering what your doing...then the phone rings...smiling to myself...i know its you before I even answer...your sexy voice in my ear...as you ask how I am...telling you I am fine...esspally now that I am talking to you. We exchange sweet words and giggles. Our conversation leading to more arousing things...picturing in our minds what each other is doing...your voice getting deeper as you ask me what I am.