I jerked off every chance I got after that. But, I really didn't know what my cock was for. My folks never told me, and I wasn't the kind of kid that ...ung around with the guys enough to find out from them. Probably they didn't know either."When I started going out with girls, they got real upset when I tried anything with them, like playing with their breasts, or anything. At least for a while. Then, when I was about sixteen, one girl let me screw her and I discovered what that was about. I. That’s what my husband was for and he knew it.He gets to fuck me on Sundays, holidays, and special ones like his birthday. Otherwise my pussy is for business purposes. Well, that’s what I tell him. Occasional dick-dippings of long-time friends happen during the week when my schedule and opportunity permit.My girlfriend chats with me from time to time. She thinks I’m being mean to my husband. So I asked her, did she want to be “un-mean” to him during the week? It was OK by me. Just limit it so. True they had caused him a lot of trouble but they were young and beautiful and soon they’d make up for the nuisance they’d been to him. He would be magnanimous, gentle anyway, well after a manner, so long as he held their complete submission. First the blond and then the brunette he raised their angelic faces with a single finger under the chin, and eyes closed they opened their soft, wet, yielding mouths for their new unquestionable master to kiss. There was nothing else to it, they had. It hurt. Of course I wouldn’t dump Wes.“Janet,” Elena said with an even sharper tone than before. “Apologize to Celine. That was rude.”“I’m sorry,” Janie said immediately. “I wasn’t saying that you’d leave him or anything. I’m just like, you think you could, like, make it work?”“Like, I think, like, maybe, like, we’ll be fine,” I said, laughing at her annoyed expression.“You’re a good girlfriend,” Janie said, and she reached out and took my hand. I squeezed her hand rather than pull away. I’d.