Her dinner, outof cans, tasted especially good and, after watchingthe sunset from the light room, she went, still nakedto her bed.Perhaps it was the m...ld sunburn, but, as she laythere, she was intensely aware of her sexuality, ofher newly exposed labia and her pinkened breasts.She touched her upstanding nipples and, when sheran a finger over her sensitized, hairless outer lipsshe discovered, for the first time, a swelling,pushing out between her labia, her clitoris. In thedarkness, It. That was when I decided I would ... what? I did not know. Touch her?Following her around at a distance, I learned I was not the first one in the rooming house to have that idea.There was a paunchy old roomer, with a seemingly eternal well-chewed toothpick sticking out of his mouth. He walked along the second-floor porch, spit on the left, spit on the right, ptooey here, ptooey there, all the way to his room. I watched as he watched her. Sofia gave no hint she was even aware of his presence, but. Sex was everywhere. My wife loved to flirt with everyone. She wore scandalous clothes, short skirts, short dresses halter tops and sheer gauze blouses. When we got married she wore a mini dress and we spent our honeymoon in a sex motel complete with pornographic TV, stacks of sex magazines, tubes of oils and mirrors everywhere, including the ceiling . One summer there was a risqué game played at work. Single men would take married women on a lunch date. My wife went to lunch with a particularly. Her sari was now transparently showing off her assets. I carried her to the bed an seated her in the middle of the bed with her back resting, so that I could lie in her lap and feed like her baby does. She understood what I wanted and lifted and adjusted her legs accordingly, I got under her sari, and began to suck. No milk, I wondered why.She picked up my wonder, and lifted my face to hers, and inserted her tongue in my mouth, we started to kiss, as we were kissing, after a while she pulled my.