At the time I had no other way to explain it, this mysterious and almost total absence, and I was not yet willing to admit that what I was seeing was ...nothing more unusual than another end to another love affair. I suppose I had ended so many of them myself, the sudden cooling of the flame, the awkward period afterwards when one tries to rekindle what has died forever, the petty arguments and the ultimate escape, that I refused to believe that it could happen to me in reverse. Besides, I was. I don't look bad, she thought. I'll bet there are a lot of men that would love to get me into their beds. She reached down and touched herself, finding her clitoris and rubbing it in a slow, circular motion until she felt the familiar feelings welling coming up from deep inside her and coming ever faster to the surface."Oh God, Oh God, yessssssssssss." Kay came with such a force that it surprised her. She leaned back on the countertop for support and let the wave of pleasure wash over her. "I want you to fuck me like the other moms!" Pretty direct and too the point I thought but the next one that followed peeked my interest. "You will meet me at the park near our soccer field at 7:30pm. You will fuck me there! This is not negotiable!!!" I am not going to lie, I was extremely aroused by the thought of this and never one to shy away from a challenge I decided to go. When I arrived it was dark and all I could see was the silhouette of a woman sitting on a swing. I walked over and. I follow her to a quieter lane. Dusk is beginning to set in. The odd cyclist whizzes past, but otherwise no pedestrians venture here. She pauses, her heart pounding, leaning against the rough brick wall. Her pussy is aching in her panties, clenching and unclenching the way it does every time she has the urge to be fucked hard. She looks over at me, a perfect stranger and she is suddenly conscious about the way my eyes travel over the thin camisole beneath her jacket, travelling low over her.