There was an anger within her, a rage at him for leaving her. She wasn’t certain she’d ever be able to forgive him.Dueling with the rage was both ... terrible fear and a terrible sense of loss. She was afraid she’d fall sometime in he future and no one would be there to pick her up. She was afraid she would need someone, and no one would be there. How could she go on without him?At first, she was too choked up to say anything, tears streaming from her face. Finally, her voice breaking, she. They would be so turned on when they got home that they nearly raped their husbands before dinner. This, evidently, pleased their husbands to no end. Some of my action was lost because their marriages improved dramatically and my help wasn't required as often. Of course, life does have its ups and downs, and there were times when I would have to spice things up now and again.The problems started when my wife was tired of being on the 'pill' and she said it was my turn. Since, we already had six. Antidepressants have several side effects, one being erectile dysfunction, if you ask me this is counter-intuitive. With the help of a little blue pill I could function, however, there is yet another side effect. My antidepressants also inhibit achieving ejaculation. Keymie develops a routine, sometime during the night she will end up in my bed. After a week I notice the way Keymie helps me in the shower. Her hands are soft and gentle. They wash my sweat and grime away with meticulous care. She. I could tell the first woman with whom I worked by her voice. She was from Tuscaloosa, Alabama, and had this cute drawl, pretty rare for the people in this part of the country. What was even funnier was her costume. She was dressed as Marie-Antoinette, her costume a cross between the Sofia Coppola/Kirsten Dunst version and the one by Le Brun. One thing I’d never noticed about her were her breasts. Maybe it was the costume or a Wonderbra. Regardless, there was quite a bit of boob thrust upward.