And when I had a chance to change my lifestyle to one similar to what I was doing now, she let me turn it down. Why? Because she believed I wanted to!...f course, she shouldn't have done it at all but I had given her reason. I wasn't the type to say, "Divorce the slut! Kick her cheating ass out! Look at me: I'm so perfect! I could never do what she did." Sure, I could have done that: I could have been a hypocrite and done the high and mighty thing. She had cheated, yes, but so what? We could deal. ’ ———————- An hour or so later she was curled up on the bed laughing at his concentration as she beat him yet again on the wrestling game they were playing. ‘Its okay,’ she reassured him when she had beaten him once again, ‘My brother had a game very similar to this and I practised like hell so I would get to play with him and his friends.’ He threw down the controller in anger and crossed his arms, refusing to talk to her. ‘Aww stop throwing a strop, I promise I’ll let you win next time,’ she. I pulled her up to me and kissed her and hugged her as she whispered in my ear, "Oh, girl, I've been dreaming of doing that, you have the nicest pussy," and she ran her tongue into my ear. She then stood up and pulled me up my the arm and led me over to her bed where Alma sat, back against the wall, knees up, legs wide, running a finger in and out of herself. "You two really looked hot. Was that your first time with a girl, Brandy?" Alma asked. "Yes, it wasn't something I'd planned on but, wow,. My first encounter! then looked at me again so I stepped back to show him myself as the story had described on the wall, he groaned and said “MMMMM nice” then his foot appeared under my door a nice shiny black brogue….. he tapped and whispered “open the door” well I had wanted to experience man sex so I thought here goes….I unbolted my door and he gently pushed it open…. The man was late 50s or early 60s, slim with short greasy hair and glasses, he looked like a bank worker or accountant in a.