As I stood remembering that first few weeks, a new life for me really, full of wonderful sex, my son chasing me all the time, willing to take risks I initially wasn't, but eventually gave in to, I could see the lips of my pussy wet with juice. I thought it was very sexy.

The old Liz would have been fearful, afraid of the intense sexuality that began to dominate my life. But instead I felt a pleasure with every day, anticipation of my next orgasm, and a lightness of spirit that was entirely new. I found myself dressing myself far more erotically, flaunting my figure, my breasts, my long,...