And what did I tell you then? Huh Homer, what did I say.”“You said that I should be careful what I wish for.”“AND, what else did I say?”“Y...u said that if you agreed to do this for me that you didn’t want to hear me complaining or whining about the things you were doing.”“That’s right. It was three weeks after you went to the doctor and he gave you those sex pills that didn’t work. You remember Homer. You had been complaining to me that you could not keep up with my sex-u-all desires. You. " "I… I really can't stop thinking… about us… and you…I want you, Lea." He looked me in the eyes, his dark ones gazing into mine, his blonde, tattered bed head made him uncontrollably sexy. And I was flattered that he couldn't stop thinking about me. I was in just a shirt, my C-cup breasts with their hard nipples just poking out beneath, and my panties, with pink lace frills all over them. "You know it's wrong," I whispered. "It's so right. I know you want it as much as I do. Lea…. please." I. "I fucked him." Denise said."Really?" Yeah. He wasn't too bad. Not as good as Greg. Greg was dirtier." Was he? What did he do?" The furthest that he went with me was licking my asshole." Denise!" I gasped."What? It was really hot. Besides, it felt good." Letting someone lick your ass?!" Yeah! You're telling me you've never let a guy lick your ass?" It never crossed my mind, no."She looked at me cheekily and then resumed looking through his profile page. At that moment, dirty thoughts began to. He turned down the next one, made by mail, when he was in Berkeley newly single and I was in New York newly single and I said alright already, lets do this, and he said No. I was angry, terribly angry, cursing him out on the phone long-distance in an argument I could ill-afford. And so I devoted myself to the man I’d eventually marry, and separate from this year, and he married the woman he’d lived with for years. We kept on being friends. I became friends with his wife. He and my husband were.