Meanwhile, Josh knelt behind us. He held my hips, forcing me to be still as he buried his face in my ass. His tongue stroked my tight bud, getting me ...ven more wet around his friend’s cock. One finger slid easily into my ass and almost caused me to climax instantly. So, he added another. And another. Three of his fingers were sliding in and out of my tight ass while my cunt was getting all the attention it deserved. “Like that?” Josh teased. “Do you feel like a real slut now?” “Yesss,” I. I guess I've always been one. Mom and dad tell me that they had trouble keeping me in clothes when I was little. If they didn't keep an eye on me, I'd be naked and didn't matter where, at home, in public, in the yard. I guess I kind of outgrew that, even though I do like boys looking at me and I enjoy being naked, I do control it now.I'm not bad looking, not a beauty, but not bad looking. Height is 5'4" and weight is 125 pounds. Shoulder length curly red hair, blue eyes, very small. There was even a period that I stopped mastubrating, working hard around the house and taking car of our child instead, trying to overshadow the 'childish' needs, as I thought of them, that I wished for from my husband.My life became a sad neverending tale of loneliness and frustration - of dirty dishes and diapers, of volunteer work and house work. My husband not only did not look at me with love or desire any more he rarely came home three nights of any week. I began to masturbate again but. A phone call. Tales of cramps and lying in bed – I sometimes forget, since you’re a few years younger than I am, that you’re still in that age range, for your cycle. Sweat pants? No make-up? Not good company? I heard all those words, and in the end, you still were good with me coming over. Bring some Thai soup and those glass noodles, the rice vermicelli. That was not ordinary. We’ve known each other only two weeks, and out the window goes the need to be at our best, to impress, to primp and.