When I was really feeling slutty I’d wear those panties with no crotches in them! I’d shave it all the time. I’d wash it really lovingly, a...d I’d have the softest towels to pat it dry. Then I’d powder it and put lotion on it, and I’d pet it. I’d play with it every chance I got. I’d buy all kinds of toys for it. I’d get one of everything! I’d get one of those sybians, and I’d sit on it while I watched chic flicks on TV. And I’d have one of those thrusting machines that moved back and. "Yeah," I said, "come on in." I wrote the check and handed it to her. She put it on the table, leaned forward, wrapped her slimjim arms around my neck and kissed me passionately. Six months later we were married. **** Jenna and I got along good those first years. The sex was good, the marriage typical, and the economics of it maybe a tad above average. We had just celebrated our fifth anniversary when the shit it the fan. I lay next to her now wondering what I had done. We had been married. ” “Stay.” “You want me to?” “No, I said ‘stay’ because I want you to go. Dimwit.” She smiled. “Invalids should not be rude to their carers. I’ll sleep on the sofa. Come on I’ll get you to bed.” She helped me through into the bedroom and as I sat heavily on the bed she turned to leave. “Wait, please Catherine. I need the loo, can you help me into the toilet?” When she turned again I’d taken off my blouse and I saw her stiffen. “Never seen a pair of tits before?” She helped me to the toilet then. Eddie embraced me, locking his strong arms around me. His faced moved forward and I sensed he was about to kiss me. My involuntary action was to move back. His right hand came up again and was held out flat near my face, ready to slap me again. I forced myself to stay still.He enclosed me in his arms again and this time his lips came down on mine. It was the strangest feeling, I could feel the slight rasp of afternoon shadow on his face, smell the faint scent of his aftershave and the press of.