What do you want?”, I asked. She laughed and said, “Well, I usually start on the back, but I always ask. For some reason, men seem to like me to ...tart on the front first. Weird huh?”, and she laughed again. I laid down on my stomach. I heard Judy squirt out some oil and rub her hands together. She placed her hands on both of my shoulders and started rubbing in the oil. She stopped and got some more oil and continued rubbing it all over my back down to the top of my shorts. She then went back. When we graduated we got married and he got a demanding but well-paying computer job. I began working at a senior wellness center as activities director. Since I’d been used to regular variety in my crotch, it took some adjusting on my part, but I tried to fit the “wife” image. When my husband began spending long hours working, came home too tired to often for a good romp, and then got sent on road trips, I had a problem.I was used to getting hit on at work. These older guys didn’t realize that. As our lips part I am finally able to see his face. His eyes are on fire, a raging, burning desire deep within them causing them to be a beautiful emerald color. He is breathing deeply and I know he is recalling the scent I’m wearing. It’s an oriental blend that has become intoxicating to him. I can feel his eyes sweeping over my body as he surveys me from head to toe. I’m wearing a red tank top that shows just the top of my white lace bra and a pair of blue jean shorts. Randy is wearing. . and ends in tentacle rape, as it should. Would ya just take it?” She shoved the charm into his open hand atop the convention pass. As her fingers brushed against his, something like static electricity zapped her, and for a fleeting moment tiny blue sparkles danced through the back of her head. Felt... kinda nice. “Whoa, you zapped me, jerk.” “I what?” She absent-mindedly rubbed her fingertips together. “A-anyways, collect yourself a harem of sexy little things at AnimeCon, and forget.