, divorced and with a 10-year-old son who lives with her and her grandmother.We agreed so much, that we began to feel an attraction to each other. Eve...y night we chatted and talked several hours by videoconference.Until one day we decided to take the step and stay to know each other and why not fuck.As I said, she lived in another city, so I invented, facing my girlfriend, so she wouldn't suspect anything, a tourist trip with some coworkers.I told her that we would go in the car of one of them,. Not me!! I didn’t have any identity crisis…nor did I have the wish to rebel. Growing up with parents doing long hours….made me some sort of a loner… I have always enjoyed alone time…still do… I was good at my studies…and made friends easily… I guess I had the girl-next-door look.Anyway… one problem though was that I was a late bloomer… my friends were all growing boobs..I had those 2 mosquito bites on my chest…I wasn’t developing out into a woman….didn’t have my menses…and very few pubic hair…. She was laughing so hard that tears began forming in her eyes. That is until she noticed how somber I was. Picking herself up off the ground she looked me square in the face, trying to read the lines for a sign that I was lying. There were none, though. “Do you mean?...You really?....With all those different girls?...And your sister too?!” I just politely nodded to each of her questions and waited for what came next.There was no way she could have a positive reaction to this. She’d definitely. I have always been an ardent admirer and compulsive incurable romantic lover of longhaired beautiful women since c***dhood irrespective of their age – p*****n, teenage, young, middle aged or old, of their marital status- virgin, unmarried, married, widowed or divorced, of their structure – lean, curvaceous, fat or obese, of their breasts and bottom size, of their height -tall or short. Seeing a woman with thick, black, full or half-grey colored or salt and pepper or white, straight, smooth,.