Ooooohhhh!" She pauses to catch her breath. "Can't believe how fucking horny I am! All the time!" Her back arched as she had another orgasm, then she ...ropped flat onto the bed table, gasping and panting to catch her breath, feeling with her hand just how much of Frankie's arm was still up inside her. "D'you think I'll ever get back to normal?" Is it important?" Frankie asked, tickling her insides and making her twitch with newfound desire. "You always envied my mother and her ability to take as. She is married to another GP and c***dless, husband is a workaholic and she rarely sees him.Amber is medium height, fair haired and curvaceously shaped, grey-eyed, lovely feminine manner and soft spoken, she is 37 and longing for attention.She tells me her sex life stopped years ago and she is left wanting and craving sex, but keeps things bottled-up, until recently, now she like most warm-blooded ladies, has devised methods to help relieve and enjoy the forbidden fruits, of physical sex,. "My name is Mahala. I want to talk to you," I say, and he smiles at me and comes to the bench. He is a tall man and his blue eyes are better than Heaven. "Can I help you?" he asks me, and he peers at me, and then at my lack of shoes. The night air is getting colder; it is early October. "I heard someone say your name a few days ago, and I remembered it. I am new here. I want to know more about your town," I tell him, but he stares at my feet. "Where are your shoes?" he asks me. "I lost them," I. Don´t get me wrong, I have NO problem at all with homosexual men or women. Everyone, everywhere around the planet should be free to be attrackted to whatever gender they choose to (as long as the person of that gender is of legal age, of course) and be allowed to be open about it without beeing mistreated, bullied, payed less, hurt, beeing chased (in person and/or political), fear for their life and even been killed just because of their sexual orientation. I really beliefe that.But I don´t.