He listened very carefully, and told me he would do what he could. Then nothing more from him. A couple of weeks later, I had just gotten into bed one...night, when my mother knocked on my door, and came into my room. She was still an attractive woman, and I loved her. She sat on my bed, and told me my Dad had told her my problem, and they had been pondering a solution, for the past two weeks. They had both been raised in fairly liberal families. As I thought back on it later, I realized that. Perhaps your husband can come with you next week." I don't think that will happen. My husband and I are going through a divorce. He doesn't live with us any longer." Oh, my. What about you, Leslie? Have you thought about coming back regularly?" No, sir. I asked Mom if I could come today but I did what I came here to do." Well, I want you to promise me you'll think about it." I'll think about it but don't get your hopes up." Just take a good hard look and ask the Lord for guidance."We got in the. I rubbed my legs together while I lay there to feel the stockings against my skin. “Shaun?” “What?” “May I touch myself?” My cock was on fire, I couldn’t take it any longer. “Or how about you fuck me? Please Shaun. I need you to fuck me.” I don’t know what happened. One minute I was content with being used, pleasuring him. Suddenly, now I’ve realised how horny I am, how much of a slut I am, I desperately need some form of pleasure myself. “..........get on your hands and knees, present your ass. He wasn’t an exhibitionist, but there was something sexy about sneaking into a public bathroom or a dark corner of a library for a quickie. The week before, on the walk home from a hip hop club where they were grinding and making out at all night, he had pulled her in to a side street and fingered her until she came. Those sorts of things he had always been comfortable with, but the last few weeks he had become more and more curious about other things. He slapped girls asses and had done some.