" she responded."Text us when you're home from your job," mom added.Marsha's heart began to beat wildly and she struggled to maintain a calm exterior....This was the opportunity she had dreamed of. There was kisses and hugs goodbye before they disappeared out the door. As soon as their car hit the street Marsha picked up her cell and placed a call. It was answered on the third ring."Hey babe," the voice said."Hey, yourself. You got any plans?" she asked."None. Why?" My parents just left and won't. After two more pitchers it was getting late, Judy was getting ready to leave and she asked it I would help carry a box of books that my wife had given her back to her house. The whole time walking to her house all I could think of was her panties.Almost as soon as I got the box sat down on her living room floor she turned me around and started kissing me and caressing my body. She pulled off my t-shirt and I quickly returned the favor. I started unbuttoning her shirt and it before it made it to. ‘Wow,’ was all that I could manage, as I looked towards her for further elaboration. ‘It’s just a posh word for helping people have better sex,’ she continued. She went onto to describe her practice back in America, It was nice to learn that she had spent time in Cambridge, England, for her doctorate degree. ‘You haven’t had sex with your wife for a while, your marriage is on the rocks, you love wearing her knickers, and you fantasise about threesomes,’ she said smilingly. ‘Pardon me,’I said. While I am professional and demure at work, I am an outrageous goth girl, most of my work colleagues know this and embrace it. I really connected with the goth music scene in my late teens. I got right into the likes of bands such as "Fields of Nephilim" and "The Prodigy", and a whole lot of my local goth bands. I love the eroticised sense of fashion that pervades the goth culture, the stark blackness that contrasts against pallid skin and ghostly makeup. I love the juxtaposition, the.