Maybe she was right. I did like watching Sandy fucking other men. I did fantasize about sucking their cum out of her used hole. I wasn't sure I wanted...to be caged up, unable to cum if I wanted. But I didn't want to lose Sandy. In fact, I had never been happier.I know how strange it seemed but I knew she would take care of me. Allow me to continue to have sex but it would be on her terms.I licked her. I ran my tongue up and down her wet slit as she spread her lips letting me get my tongue. Her nipples stayed hard. So did I.We rearranged the furniture in the living room, spread out a carpet over the wood floor (that was erotic), and put things away in the kitchen. I had things to do and said good bye promising to come Monday afternoon to hang pictures on her walls. We both said we’d see each other later- with its double meaning intended by both of us.It was right after nine when she walked into her room for the night. This time, a bedside lamp illuminated her room rather then the. The tight jeans shorts she wore were somewhat of a ruse. They were actually a soft fabric that looked just like denim but was a soft cotton feel. It was like I was holding her ass through her panties. I circled my hands around those globes a few times before I got down under them and held them, my fingers almost touching under where her wet cooter was. I squeezed hard and felt dampness at the tips of my fingers.Her hand reached down between us and a thumb and forefinger encircled the head of my. You have a couple of more hours before youneed to leave."I did have a couple of more hours, but I could barely concentrate I feltso embarrassed about what Lydia had set me up for. I sneaked out whenshe wasn't looking so I wouldn't have to face her one more time that day.I had planned to get a haircut, although I usually go to one of thosenine dollar haircut places. That barber would laugh me out if I askedabout eyebrow waxing. I knew of a unisex salon; they would probably doit. I went.