October 17, 2014
Been asked to give a history. Will be brief as I don’t like this. Was married to my first husband at 17. God he was vulgar, broke my nose 3 times, broke my collarbone and arm. By the time I was 28 I had had it, took my 3 kids and took off.
Eventually I landed in California and got a job in a bar. The owner eventually married me. I got plastic surgery to repair my nose and one cheek bone. Now Billy (Hubby was a great husband, raised my kids, sent them to college)in bed, well he was lacking there. Small and quick on the trigger. But he is such a dear.
My first husband was great in bed, hung and lasted forever, but a brute. So I resigned myself to my Rabbit or Billy’s oral abilities. Then one December when Billy was out of town, a male friend asked me to ask Billy if he could take me to his Christmas party. I didn’t ask Billy, I was lonely and wanted to go. Well we went and I got to taking Tequila. We got to my home about 1AM. We talked for a while (kids were in college except one and she was at a sleep over). I put on some Elvis and we danced and drank. Next thing I knew I was taking his hand up to the bedroom.
Lord that man was good, his kisses were curling my toes. His penis was thick and nice. I must of orgasmed 8 or 9 times, he left in the morning, I felt so guilty and so good at the same time.
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