It was on my honeymoon with your father.’ ‘Aunt Diane, tell us the truth! Mom was only a couple years older than you. Do you remember her first ti...e?’ quizzed Kate. Diane looked at her sister and then turned to Kate and grinned. ‘It was on her honeymoon with your father. Mine was my honeymoon with Will. Please remember that, Stephanie.’ ‘Oh, I’ll remember, that you told me that. I’ve seen your old year books and read some of the stuff guys wrote in it. It didn’t sound like you were waiting for. "Not since graduation," she said. Was she lying? I didn't think so. The next Saturday she greeted me at the door. Naked. With her pussy shaved bald. This was 1977, and you didn't see that, not even in magazines. We had joked about it. I'd told her she would look cute like that. She'd said I was a dirty old man, because her chest was flat. It wasn't, but close. "Do you like it?" she asked, giving herself a feel. Even just standing there it was apparent she'd just had her bald beaver stuffed. I. That wonderful sucking mouth.Her ex-husband had never done this for her, i.e. treated her to orgasms willingly, unselfishly. She found it incredible that a man could be so patient and to worship her body as she had so often fantasized.Always enjoying attention and craving intimacy with a man after three months of a “dry spell," she felt slightly guilty for flaunting herself, although she truly enjoyed being a woman and displaying herself for men. So far, women had not picked up on her obvious. He also had a fire in his eyes, subtle but there to see. Oh if only he didn’t have a queen. She was dismissed after dessert and she went to her room and swooned over this perfect king she couldn’t have. After many hours evening gave way to midnight and she was startled by her door opening unannounced. It was the king and he said nothing. She wiped the tears from her eyes and stood as he silently walked right to her. He looked at her, put his hand on her cheek and wiped a tear away with his.