Originally, there was a zone of numbness around it, about an inch wide, but as time went on, that zone narrowed, and now, only the scar itself is stil...l insensitive. Still, I kiss it anytime I am in the vicinity, as it speaks to me of her strength, and what a mother undertakes for her children. My wife has scars and bruises all over her legs. She is the mother of three boys, and with that comes football, baseball, soccer, and Boy Scouts. She was a swimmer herself, and could not have cared less. I wonder just how many husbands go off to worknot knowing that there wife is getting her pussy fucked by a stranger.The day I would like to tell you about is the day I knocked on the door of this married lady in her forties and she let me in showing me into her lounge.She was blond, dressed in a white blouse and a pleated brown skirt and stiletto shoes.She had great tit's, her legs were very long and shapely in there tanned nylon seamed stockings, she looked like the normal house wife that. ” He said with a laugh.“Do you make it sore with all that rubbing?”“No but then again it always seems to be over and done with so quickly I guess I don’t have time to make it sore.”“What about cleaning it off?”“Early on my Mum and Dad showed me how to clean under my foreskin and on the few occasions that I did not wash it, believe me it can get very smelly and dirty. Stuff starts to grow on the knob and at the back of the rim, white stuff. My cousin had some on his, he called it head cheese.. "Last time I remember seeing you, you were almost like a pixie. Almost no curves, hiding under your baggy sweaters, now look at you. I think your boobs are bigger than mine." Annie said, and Clare chuckled. She knew that Annie was making a joke about her breasts, only because it was her nature. "I never recognized you. That's embarrassing. At least to me." Clare said, before the waitress came over and took their order. "What have you been doing with yourself?" Clare asked, but Annie just.