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It's your first night doing the deed. She removes her robes and you are thrilled, but soon you notice the saggy quality of her breasts -- now so functional in appearance and denuded of perky sexual appeal. You notice the haggard quality to her skin, now bereft of the luster of young womanhood. You then wonder about the meaning of her embrace and its worth, knowing deep in yourself that she has given herself to much better men than you with more enthusiasm, with less required of them, and so much more given by her than you will ever get. You try to count your desultory rhythmic thrusts to get these thoughts out of your head, saying to yourself "no no I'm happy. I've made it. This is it. "
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