The matron blushed, a red that not only crept from her cheeks and neck, but colored the skin of her chest.<br/><br/>"You speak of things that I have little experience with."  She said quietly.  Her voice was different, it wasn't shy, it was just uncertain.  It was as if she had accepted the situation, but still had no understanding of it.<br/><br/>She shook her head and looked down at the floor, "Before my husband, I was a virgin.  After his death, I took only two lovers to bed ... at different times," she hurried to add.   "I found that they were more concerned with trying to put a ring on my finger and lay claim to my holdings than they were with my pleasure.   While my husband knew how to make it quite enjoyable, we had only one child before he died.  When I couldn't give him a son, we began to drift apart.  So for the last several years of his life there was little sex in our life.   The two men in the interveining years only cemented the fact that it wasn't for me."<br/><br/>"But," she said after a pause.  Then she sighed, and the next part came out as an admission, "I did enjoy what you... well... what you did to me downstairs.  It was..."<br/><br/>She shook her head, as if her mouth and her brain were fighting, "It felt very good."<br/><br/>She managed to pause to regain her composure, "As to anything else, I've never been with a woman, and even my experiences with men are limited really to only my husband... practically at least.  So I don't know."<br/><br/>"To answer your question," she said firmly, "I just don't know."   The way she said it let you know without a doubt that those were not words that passed her lips often.