But how could she introduce him to her collection of vibrators and other sex toys? John knew she had sex toys, they had talked about it at work often ...nough! And he was very interested to learn more about her most intimate thoughts and fantasies; he couldn’t ask outright though, could he? John had felt himself become aroused further when he had fantasised of him and Becky using toys on each other. He hoped she didn’t notice the significant bulge that was beginning to grow in his trousers. As he. All day long I was wet and wanting. And I was confused.I love Tony. With all my heart. He’s my husband. So what’s wrong with me? What is it that makes me want to have made, passionate, fully-reproductive sex with another man? A black man? Was it me? Was it Tony? Was it Ron? Was it Ron’s bedroom? What about the kinkiness of fulfilling my satin fetish? What about the supposed stigma of interracial sex? Why was I having these urges? What was wrong with me???The day lingered, and we got cleaned up. The guy was happy to rent me more space.Abe was busily painting panels hung up in my workspace saying he needed more space to do everything. I walked back up to the office and asked if he could give us the next space over and have lighting and power installed for us like the spaces we already had. He said no problem, he would move the people who were in the space and get it done by Wednesday. When I told Abe what I had done he was surprised."You really rented another space, just because I was. " What do you mean? We can't afford for me to get pregnant."I laughed, and then told her about my conversation with mom. Becky was dumb struck."She's going to get me on the pill?" Yes, but act surprised when she tells you about it. She knows all about us, and she doesn't seem to be too worried about it. Actually, mom's a lot cooler than I thought she was." What's this about dad? Do you think he really will leave us?" Mom knows dad a lot better than we do, and she thinks he will. Evidently they.