
It was a sultry summer day and my husband had once again left me alone with the encouragement to accept an invitation to a garden party in The Hamptons. I have grown of late to loathe such affairs but I did have a very great inducement to attend this time. For I knew the boy would be there, yes that boy, the one who was perhaps not even old enough to shave yet but knew instinctively it seemed all my secret places, that boy with the dark hair, green eyes and big luscious cock. That boy who when first he laid his hands upon my naked body said aloud yet almost to himself with tones of wonderment “What it is to touch a woman like you.”