He started criticizing my size and called me names. I wasn't going to put up with that. I wanted to have sex for fun. Pain and humiliation isn't fun. ...So I ended it.It was a couple of years before I was willing to try again. I had been approached by guys wanting to have sex with me, but I turned them down. I wanted it but had trouble trusting anyone. After a couple of years I was ready again, but I didn't know how to find guys interested in having sex. And they weren't coming to me every day.I. "I was shocked and had to compose myself for a miniute. "My God Amy, Ican't believe you are showing me photos of him naked. Does he have anyidea you are telling me all of this? And how did you get him to agree tothis? You weren't kidding when you said you wanted to start now with him.Jeez!" Well he was reluctant until I told him there would be a lot of fringebenefits for him, if you get my drift. Plus he loves me and trustsme and has always been sort of accomodating to my needs. No he. I found the little nubbin that I'd read about, and began to work it. She moaned and thrust her hips, and I kept up the internal massage. Suddenly, she lurched, arched her back and shuddered for what seemed like an eternity. Finally, she collapsed in a sweaty, satisfied heap. And me, never satisfied, started in again; rubbing up and down that interior wall, her hips thrusting, my tongue darting at her tiny, sensitive clit. Then she just lost it...it was like a seizure had gripped her, just waves. I bent forward every then and now, pretended false needs, dusted off my sandals, or dropped a pen on the floor. How clumsy I can be when I'm horny. The guys had a perfect look at my dangling mature tits; I was topless more or less. Paul said they stared at my tits, grinned, and made low-voiced comments about the shields. Next, I lifted the dress slightly, spread the legs like Sharon Stone in a movie, enough to put my shaved pussy at display. Paul looked at the guys and suggested a bet. Should.