On a warm summer day, she drove me out to a quiet, wooded area. I watched her walking slowly through the trees, moving her hips, and every couple step... looking back at me and smiling. Oh, how I loved to watch her from behind. With moments of sun light breaking out of the branches above, she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. Yes, I had it bad for here, what young man wouldn’t? After a short while, Maggie began to undress as she walked. First, she pulled her short, thin, yellow summer. I can’t believe how nervous I am even talking about this.”“It’s OK. Take your time.”“I’m worried something is wrong with me. I’m never interested in sex. It doesn’t feel good. I’m afraid that if I don’t find out what is wrong, Im going to lose my husband. Is there anything you can do to help me?”.After covering the preliminary screening issues, I proceed.“I will have to check for your physical responses to stimuli. This helps me establish the specific physiological functions and either identify. .. damn! My mind went blank. How would you use boiling water? Would you scald the baby? No, that didn't sound right. And you wouldn't use it on the mother either. Maybe it was just to keep the father busy so he didn't get in the way.Moxie had already prepared what she needed. She had taken one of the blankets she bought in Fort Worth and cut it into quarters, sewing neat hems around the cuts. She had taken some of my old flannel shirts and cut into usable sized rags ready for use to clean up. Then he continued his fucking for another twenty minutes before we came together and fell silently in each other’s arms. I shamelessly came two times before my son could come and enjoyed the fuck. But I was too tired to think. He rolled of me. I was completely tired and didn’t move. He was gasping after a long fuck. It was a **** come fuck. He looked at me and after 15 minutes he spoke.‘It seems my mom wife has liked the gift her son and new husband has given’ he said.But I was too tired to.