My new sexlife

My name is Theresa and I am 29 years old. Where I come from has no bearing on the matter and, if discovered, would lead to considerable personal difficulties. To understand better, you have to know that I grew up in a small village as the daughter of the village priest. My upbringing was marked by a strong, not just sexual, uptightness, which, I must admit, contributed to those later experiences. I dutifully obtained my high school diploma at the age of 18 and studied in a larger southern German city, where I also met my future husband. The great misfortune came a little over 2 years ago when the doctors had to remove both of my ovaries after heavy bleeding and I had to forget about any desire to have children. My husband Heinz came to terms with the situation and began to concentrate more and more on his work at the institute and was often out and about. I also concentrated more and more on my work as a primary school teacher, until that parents’ evening... It’s the first parents’ evening for 1A. Almost all parents are there. A little too late, a woman, I guess a little younger than me, enters the room and takes a seat at the back. She has too much make-up on for my standards and her skirt is too short. Plus, even from here in front, I can see her bra through her thin blouse. Everything goes according to routine and I end the event around 9am. Everyone is gone and I’m still sorting through my documents. ＂You don’t recognize me, do you?＂ I jump up, startled. The woman with the short skirt, I think it’s Benni’s mother, stands in the door and looks at me. The skirt is really too short and she is wearing high heeled ankle boots. The bra is made of lace and I can more than just see her nipples. ＂No, I’m sorry. Not that I know of!＂ I reply, a little reserved. She laughs.