Here I Am With A 2nd Batch And Letting My Husband Work Me Over

In the ninth grade I kissed a girl. It was spontaneous and we kept kissing and feeling up under each other's shirts. We stopped there but not for long.

In college I had a girlfriend from New Hampshire. She was a farmer's daughter, tall and skinny. She was a little ass dyke and loved to eat me. Being the eating kind, I laid back and enjoyed it. It didn't bother me that she was so masculine. There was nothing boy about her, she was all girl, just tall and bossy.

I made the mistake of telling one of my girl cousins. She told her mother who told my mother and I was pulled out of college. I was upset, and angry. I ran away and went back to college to see her. But she had moved on to another girl and said 'sorry, I thought we were done'.

I went back home and let my older cousin fuck me, fuck me until I was pregnant. He told me if I had a boy I could then have a girl. In my family there wasn't this hang up on cousins getting married, several cousins were marred to each other. I got married and had a son and then had a daughter.

My husband knew all about my girl thing and he told me that a nice girl was ok with him, just don't go public. I met Martha who was a school teacher and we had a long, multi year, affair. Until it just stopped, poof, it was gone just like it started. I was older and decided it was a good time to get pregnant again, as my kids were already approaching junior high. Again I had a boy and then a girl.

I will say that I have always let my husband fuck me. Actually the more the better. I seem to need it. He likes to, so why stop it.