I was married to a 26 year old guy from a rich family when I was 15. He fucked me like a wild animal. He made me pregnant. I gave birth to my son, Vig...esh when I was 16. Using his money he married another woman and divorced me. When I turned 21, I was longing for sex like a child longing for chocolate.My son was the only male who I see daily. I received many love proposals but I can’t accept them considering my son’s life. I looked young even after 27. I maintained my body by doing exercises. At the dating site I found 10 women of 40-50 years old. I copied one and the same message 10 times, and sent them on Saturday.Ann, 41, was the first to reply. It was Monday. She arranged a meeting in the evening. I got 15 minutes late – it was rush hour. After waiting for her for another 15 minutes, I dared to ask a woman of age sitting two tables away from me if she was Ann, she gave me such a look… So the evening sucks.Tuesday.A message from Georgia, 45. Her first question was:-What’s your. I got a bottle of wine and two glasses and went to our room but discovered that Jordan wasn’t in bed. “I’ll be out in a minute. Please sit on that straight chair” she said. I looked and saw that Jordan had brought a plain wooden chair – no upholstery and no arms – from our spare room. I took my seat and told her I was ready as I waited to see what she was up to.Surprise, wasn’t the word to use when Jordan as she came out of the bathroom. She had on a girl’s school uniform complete with pleated. Unfortunately, stepping fully dressed and booted from the warm shower after hearing his wife arrive home, he had slipped on the bath mat, sending his arms, legs and various perfume bottles flailing into the air. He heard her thundering upstairs in a panic in the aftermath of the crash, and saw the look of horror on her face as she took in the shards of poor Mr Lauren and Ms. Arden scattered like pungent diamonds over the wet, heaving body of her stricken husband. They had spent the evening.