Id gone to the mall every day after work since then, gone to the mall and wandered around like a flesh starved ghoul. Nothing worked, the mall felt de...d. I felt like I was trying to jerk off drunk, banging and slapping at some flaccid piece of numb flesh. Knowing that it wasnt any good to try but pressing on anyways. It was like getting a handjob from a 73 year old man. I kept telling myself, shop as usual, and avoid panic buying, but my purchases mounted as I stopped even looking at most of. It looked even better than what it seemed. Round and small very fit. “Like what you see?” – She said still searching for something inside the box.“What you mean?” – He played dumb“You like my ass? I know you were staring. “– she instantly replied.“I wasn’t stari...”“Don’t lie…, I know you were I saw you from that mirror” – she interrupted pointing at a mirror right in front of her. “Caught!” he thought.“Fine I did stare and I’m sorry I didn’t meant to be rude or something, it’s just … it’s. Once he was naked Emilia preceded to remove Clare jeans revealing a tiny thong then this was reciprocated to show that she had matching underwear. Anthony lying on the bed watched with fascination. When he had left his wife was a diffident girl that only once had shown signs of being a sexual creature. But before his eyes his wife and secretary removed each others thongs. Another first Clare's pussy was now shaven like her friend.“You should screw Emilia first since you have both been dying to. . and Brandy had discovered her clitoris.The shock of the feeling caused by her fingers sliding across the little bump had surprised her. At first she thought there must be something wrong ... that there was some growth there that shouldn't be there. But as she pressed against it, she suddenly remembered that same feeling when her Uncle had stroked her there. And Uncle Bob would have said something if he felt something strange or wrong ... wouldn't he?She put aside thoughts of how she would.