I did. In the car he suggested we go for a ride if I didn't have to be right home. I was happy to go with him. His pick up had a bench seat so I sat c...lose to him as he drove. A couple times his arm brushed against my tit as he shifted. I then told him I would take him to my secret place. Once we arrived there he asked why it was my secret place and I told him it was where I got fucked by my boyfriend back in high school. I then touched his leg and asked him if he wanted to kiss me. He pulled me. I realize now that I was just reaching, reaching for someone to fill the emptiness in my life. My first wife was simply too young. My second wife was simply a floozy. Now, she certainly satisfied my sexual needs, but she also satisfied the sexual needs of most of my friends and neighbors as well!At first, I pretended not to know. Then there were the times when she came home all disheveled, and she actually smelled of sex! I couldn't pretend to be blinded any longer, but fearing to be alone. I don't know if my father's attitude had anything to do with this, but Inoticed that my physical development as a woman was happening slower than withmy class mates. When the other girls were already proud of their fully developedbreasts and exchanged stories about their first adventures with boys, my breastswere only two bumps on my chest and there weren't any boys interested in me. One day, in the open-air pool, lying belly-down on my beach towel, I decidedto undo the catch of my bikini top.. Those sexy girls looking out from those magazines made my blood blaze in my crotch. With the shop keepers back turned for a moment I reached out, snatching a magazine and thrusting it in my jacket, holding it there under my arm. My heart raced at the thrill of almost getting caught and the thoughts of the wanking that was to come. My hard-on bulged against the inside my boxers as we left the store and went our separate ways. I hurried home, anxious to see what treasures lay in the pages. Back.