. stuff?”“Stuff?”“Yeah, you know, like sex and stuff”“OK so just so I am understanding this right, do you want me to show you sex stuff or...do you want me to do sex stuff?”“Do” she replied.“Are you sure Hannah?”“yeah I’m sure” she replied. “I just don’t want to go back to school and not know anything or have no experience. I uh, you would be able to show me what to do and everything.”I walked up close to her and stood in front of her. Hannah and I were the same height so we were standing eye to. . she'd had too much to drink and she shouldn't have been driving but she was anyway. She doesn't know that her husband has been 'fixed' but when I raised the subject she said she was thinking of asking him to have the operation. I also found out that he's never had her bottom. He tried but she wouldn't let him. (And that makes me madder than ever at him.)I let her eat me... I needed it. Except for a quickie with Bill last Easter all I've had are my fingers and my vibrator. I'm tempted to get a. ’ ‘Tell me about it,’ he smiled, reaching for the flagon and pouring her and then himself another long draft. You, sir, have a mind, yet you seem unable to gain an income from it. Therefore, you spend time with people who frustrate you.’ ‘I realise that.’ ‘And when you do, you become even more frustrated.’ ‘You know me well.’ ‘Can I do anything to help?’ ‘Not from over there, across the table from me.’ ‘It’s nice the way the shadows have gathered and we are practically alone out here.’ ‘Yes,. Me. As if she read my mind, she pushed past me and walked through the threshold of my entry way, before grabbing my hand and dragging me to my bedroom. “Sit,” she ordered as she shut the door like we needed the privacy from the empty apartment. Nothing. She said nothing. Instead, she dropped to her knees, never breaking eye contact, before pulling the hem of my shorts down, exposing my cock that was slowly growing in anticipation of what she had planned with it. Still, nothing was said as she.