Not her. She would have been happy to fuck everyday. When we had sex, she had multiple orgasms every single time. I often thought it was unfair. I al...ays made sure she was pleased. I told her, over and over, in a loving fashion, how to please me. She just didn't retain it." I told Ricky all this. I was feeling so comfortable with him. There was just something about him, and I was so fucked up...Ricky asked what my fantasies were when I masturbated. "Obviously, your wife wasn't in them", he. Her thoughts slowed down. They seemed to accept the quiet pace of a new reality. A first kernel of acceptance was formed. But even as slow as her thoughts had become, they still popped up like belching, stinking bubbles in a sloshing oil field. They were like slow-motioned flashes of herself licking boots, or kissing the slick insides of pale thighs. And under it was this sound track of a stretched voice taunting her, mocking her, laughing at her. It seemed to worm into her, gnawing away at her. I learn fast, you know.”Barry sat on his heels his cock and balls drooping, but Janet remained fascinated. She would have loved to have his cock and balls inside her mouth. She wasn’t surprised when her daughter stood on her knees near her and kissed her. She tasted her daughter’s lips on hers, then Shari was licking her face, lapping her brother’s cum-juice from her flesh. Shari made little, purring sounds as her tongue licked everywhere, her small hand sliding between Janet’s thighs and. Few seconds later, she opened her eyes and had a smile on her old face."So, you're a writer, right?" The old woman said and that surprised Kevin a bit. He had never saw this old woman all his life and the old woman somehow knew Kevin's little secret."Well, no ma'am. I try to be a writer, but I'm not really any good at it." Kevin said with flushed embarrassment on his face."Young man, it's not a problem. Here," the old woman reached into her bag and got something out. "This is the reward I shall.