A tingle of electric energy shocks through my system, as if the sun is sending me a zap of solar power before it leaves for the day. Except that almos... electric shock isn't organic; it’s from the bullet vibe nestled between my already soaked nether lips. I glance back at him, my loving and devious boyfriend of almost five years. I remember agreeing with him about wishing we could go somewhere sans baby for a night, arranging the babysitting at my parents’ and getting dressed. He stopped me. ?Then shut up, kiss me, and let me take care of you.?Needing no further encouragement, the now very aroused girl grabbed herlover and kissed her hard, pulling her down onto the couch with herwhere they proceeded to tear at one another?s clothes in an effort toget to the succulent treat that lay beneath.It was some time later when Kitty asked Angela about use of the R/V. Itwasn?t hard to convince her to go along with it while drunk on herlover?s ample delights.****?So she was good with it??. The queue was starting to build and I got into it, feeling satisfied I would make the next bus, then I realized, I was not wearing panties, I had forgotten to put a pair on, during my hectic morning rush and mood swings.When the bus finally arrived I was conscious of the men looking at me, and imagined they knew I was going commando, but as the bus rocked to and fro, I was warming to the fact I was without panties, and could feel myself flowing, I had honestly never felt so horny for a man as I. It was a fantastic Burrito, must weigh between a half a pound and one pound. I would wash it down with orange juice. I found out later that orange juice was not such a good ideal for breakfast. I should’ve been drinking milk. But that story comes later.I was an adolescent man fresh out of college at my first job making good money. I would wander through the manufacturing lines to look at the workers and the work that was being done, doing my breaks. That’s when I spied Helena. I took my break.