I stood in the doorway of the flat, taking my shoes off. I grabbed Richard’s hand and led him inside. I signaled that we had to be quiet as we crept...up the stairs and into my bedroom. I quietly pushed the door shut as he placed his arms around my waist and began to kiss my neck. His breath was warm and made my skin tingle, each kiss was a small delight. “I want you so bad” he whispered in my ear. I turned around to answer him but he kissed me again, this time on the lips. I grabbed him by his. I was chaste, of course, though once when he kissed me my hand pressed against his leg and I felt the bulge of his crotch. It had inflamed me, sending waves of terrible sensations through my body, especially between my legs. I grew wet there, and it took me a long time to get to sleep that night. I often found myself touching my "secret place" during these fantasies. It was always in terrible fear that I would get caught, so it was hastily and inexpertly done. I was never satisfied and I. " Thanks, Jim," I said."Not a problem, Dan. Hey! I was serious. It's barbecue an' beer season. You can come over for supper. Give me a call." I haven't forgotten. I'll do that. Talk to you later.Forty-five minutes later I was standing in front of a transformer, pointing at a detail for the electrical foreman and my cellphone went off. I flipped it open. "Hey Jim. Whatcha got?"Hardesty said, "I checked with Cindy's teachers. They sounded relieved that she'll be out on Friday." Hey, thanks," I. I have those needs covered. The men that fuck me, I love their cocks, but don’t love them as a person. They fulfill the needs of my pussy, not my heart. Just because I don’t love your penis, I love you and am in love with you. We don’t need your penis to enjoy each other.Like think back to before we bought your penis cage, you would always get so frustrated with yourself because you always cummed as soon as you got inside me. I always felt so bad for you because you were trying so hard. I would.