For the first time in as long as I can remember, I have something that's all mine, and my little secret is more energizing than a case of Jolt!Week 3I...do not know why I should feel so guilty. When was the last time my husband paid attention to me like he should!There was no passion in my marriage anymore. We were both way too young to have been married. It seems we are almost roommates now, not lovers. Sometimes he is just so controlling, emotionally unavailable, a slob.That bastard is. I immediately felt I needed something inside me. It was a new feeling, asI had always been the one who got the rush of pushing my cock in andfeeling completely enveloped. But now my new equipment wanted somethingto envelope, to grab... something to fill it up. Possessing this newequipment was teaching me new pleasures. So I quickly searched all theusual places - and found a sex toy collection in one of the bedroomdrawers. I pulled out the thickest dildo, but it seemed thin compared tomy former. I tried to satisfy my curiosity. “What kind of accident it was, Galia?” She sighed deeply, half-closing her eyes and said: “I have a moped, maybe you have seen it. I was driving at no more that 30 mph, when a little girl crossed the street, running after her ball. I had to turn right, toward the sidewalk. I hit a garbage can and flew over it, landing on my arms, as you may have already guessed. It’s lucky I didn’t break my neck. “But your arms…” “Broken. The left one in three places, the. I stood there for a few minutes listening to her pleasure and knew I needed to see what they were doing. There was a glass window in the door, but I knew that they were to the left of the door and that if I were to peek though and they were facing my direction, there was every chance they would see me. Although I knew I would be risking everything, I had to look. I took a quick peek through the glass and could make out Natasha on the floor. To my relief she was facing the other side of the room.