When growing up in a small town, raised with strict moral(and dress) codes .... Jy dink dis 'n gegewe - jy kry oogklappe aan as die ring eendag oor jou vinger gaan. Jy sien nie eers eers 'n mooi specimen raak, nevermind even mentioning it to another. Fantasies you don't have ... They are lost in high school crushes

Wake-up call!

Kids grow up, your world expand on quick visits to bigger towns. Hubby starts prodding about fantasies, buying sexy things, vat sy tyd & begin nuwe ontdekkingsreise op 'n matrassie buite op die grasperk

But undressing, touching, being touched, having sex with Anybody else - You just don't do that!

One night out I lost a bet. I was blindfolded, warm gevry and lost my pants. Suddenly a door opened and I felt a tongue on my pussy. Definitely some-one else and very skilled - Whoosh! No clamping down, no panicking, just WET!!

...and out he went. Oh yeah, I know I touched a biggish guy's head & shoulders.

And Hubby did the honors of finishing this shivering pool of anticipation.

Ek was in mental skok vir die volgende paar weke. Wat nou?!

Hubby looked like the Cheshire cat

Then we met up with a guy for chats ...

When we parted they squeezed me like ham on a toebie for a quick feel.... My legs were jelly!!

Ek kan mos nooit hard-op erken Pleeze-pleeze Nog-nog!!🤦🤦🤦

Dit was net die begin.

My lyf is Awesome.... Sy lat haar nie rule deur 'n stram tong nie 😜😜

...and of course Hubby is an excellent sign language reader 😁😉