My first real sex partner was my husband when I was nineteen. It was my wedding night. Nine months later I had a daughter.”Brian moved his head from...her breasts downward to her crotch and flicked his tongue against her clitoris. She gasped. “Does that hurt?” he asked.“No, but be careful. I’m a little tender. You’ve fucked me three times today.”“Always counting, aren’t you?”“Sweetie, let’s postpone sex for a while.” She picked up the telephone beside the bed. “I’m starving. Let’s order something. You decide where, you decide everything. At some point, you tell me to flash. Maybe a trucker, maybe some other driver, maybe nobody. Not knowing when, not knowing who, will make it so much more exciting!" Still kind of cold outside. Your nipples might just decide to talk about the temperature, for everybody to see! You think that will be a problem for you?" Oh, God! I'll be so embarrassed! But, with you ordering me to do it, I won't have any choice! I'll be so hot! And," she gave me a knowing. You take the top of the triangle of fabric, and pull it together, and drag it through my pussy lips. You turn me on so much."Just fuck me already!" I moan out to you, pleading for my much needed release. You look shocked fir a moment as I begin taking my panties off myself."You have such a dirty mouth for such a pretty girl," you growl, licking your lips in anticipation. Those lips better be on my pussy pretty soon or I might lose it. You give in to me, smothering my pussy with your warm mouth.. It seemed laughable at first, but it explained too much, was entirely too useful a concept, to dismiss out of hand.Fuck, what was wrong with me? Why hadn't I freaked out when I saw that horrible tableau unfolding before me? What had made me join in? And how could I be reacting so calmly to it, with a detached intellectual curiosity. Metaphors from math class? Really?Because I'd already gone through all this. Already made my peace with what a sick fuck I was. Had already tortured myself as much.