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This caught me off guard, I needed more than a few words at one time, I wanted him to really talk. “Oh fuck”. I was 36 years old and had been divorced for eight months. For the first time in 18 years, he was touching my pussy. I stood up. I pressed my palm to his forehead, “You don’t look so well, you’re all sweaty,” I remarked. In all that time, I had had only five dates with men. In the morning I was going to find some sex shop and get myself a large dildo, well, maybe I could find one that looked like his cock, the vision was still clear in my mind.
