He had seen many naked women before me. Young, tight, beautiful bodies on screens, beyond his reach. I am flesh, his first. Where those girls shave bare, curly dark hair shrouds me, now sticky with his seed. I walk to the window, exposed, vulnerable. Silver streaks mar my hips and belly. Gifts from four children who made me who I am, a MILF. His eyes follow, devour me. I turn to let him see. Not just a picture, but reality. His fantasy. Me.