I became a quiet loner at school, I didn’t even hold conversations with my grieving dad. I didn’t see the point. Nobody could bring my mum back a...nd I just wanted her with me again. I remember sitting in a corner in my room, looking over her photos again and again, listening to rock music. Then at the age of nine I found out the joys of cutting myself. It worked, for a while. Physical pain was the only thing that occurred when I sliced my arms- the mental pain and things I was thinking always. We were soon naked and I then pushed my husband onto the bed. I climbed on top of him and guided his hard cock into my wet and horny pussy. I road him back and forth hard and wild as he placed his thumb on my clit and other hand on my bum. I soon reached climax after a short while and as I orgasmed I road my man's cock harder. Once I finished moaning and orgasmning my husband rolled us over to be on top and he then pounded away into me. It wasn't long till he was moaning as he shot his cum into. It was a non-descript modern estate house, but you knew it was hers with the Gothic touches she had added - spiders webs painted in the corners of the windows and candles everywhere. She answered the door looking stunning. Still that tall slender figure, she was wearing a figure hugging black satin dress, she had fishnet stockings on, stilettos and what she called her full Morticia Addams "war paint" - white face and blood red lips. Amazing. We went out to the restaurant where I had booked a. I knew what you wanted right then, but I was determined to make you wait. You suggested we watch a movie; I still can't remember what you put on, it didn't matter anyway. I could feel the warmth radiating off your body while we sat on the couch, you leaned in close to me, I could feel your breath on my neck. You breathed in deeply and whispered, "You smell good," and leaned back to watch the movie. By the time the movie was halfway through, we were conveniently stretched out on the couch. You.