Whenever I left Steve’s room, my panties were always drenched. There was something about him that always turned me on. I don’t know what it was, b...t many times after I left his room, I wanted to go to the bathroom and rub my throbbing clit, until I came. In fact, when I got off work, I always went home and got off thinking about him. About 1:30 am, Steve’s call light went off. I was sitting at the desk with another RN, reading a journal. Looking over at her, I told her I would be back. She. "Please, stop! I am a virgin!" Ohh, that just make's this more fun," I cackled, pushing in the dildo an inch."No, no, no! Someone help me!" Desiree cried out. I giggled; she was cheesier than a soap opera. "I have never been with a man before." I'm no man," I growled, pushing in another inch.Desiree's hand found my perky breast, fingering the barbell that pierced my nipple, and purred throatily, "Umm, I see that." I pushed in again, sinking the dildo almost all the way in. "No, this is wrong!"I. I wondered why she always refused condoms but, she always told me to not worry about her getting pregnant. Strangely casual about it I thought. I put it down to her being addicted to the feel of a man coming in her choot.I asked her about Zubair and she smiled and said he took her virginity months ago and was always fucking her now. Every chance they got, when she was not screwing me that is.But why do I regret these fun filled days when I finally nailed Nighet?Well, I will tell you.About three. I’m tan, but since I do most of mine outside by the pool, I have white triangle tan lines over by areolas from my bikini, and a thong type tan lines over my pussy which has a little landing strip.I was married for a couple of years in my twenties, but got divorced before having any children of my own and have never remarried. Over the years, I’ve seen guys here and there, but never really felt like getting remarried. So, a lot of nights I spend alone and have settle with masturbating to fill my.