Your little boy is two at most and we haven’t had sex in over five years.”
She shrugged and clicked something on her phone as she asked me:
“Have you heard of the telegony theory?”
At my denial, she put my phone in my face with a text she found on Google. Two rosy lips opened before my greedy eyes, and though it was not the first virgin pussy I had seen, it seemed to me that none had ever looked so beautiful and innocent. A little beauty who grew up practically before my eyes. I didn’t know how to interpret them, but I was surprised by her hostile reaction when we had the occasional fling, because I didn’t even want to hear about marriage. A lust so carefully suppressed that I wasn’t even aware of it. She accepted again just nodding and turned completely toward me stretching her warm, full lips in expectant grease. At one point she flinched and her hands gripped my shoulders. He picked up his dress again and asked:
“How do you like it now?”
“Much better,” I said and I felt things were slowly, slowly getting out of control, so I pretended I had some work to do and told her to leave.”
He pouted a bit, but eventually left, and I collapsed on the bed to recover.
