But his testosterone-driven gambit it is just too obvious. Of course he’ll demand sex and women worked too long and too hard to achieve independence...and control over their own bodies to fall back into the script of sex on demand when it is convenient for the male. ‘That just happened today?’ Jon asks, annoyed. Life, or more accurately, their sex life, has become increasingly frustrating in the last couple of years. Somehow, sexual favors from his wife have to be ‘earned.’ It is becoming. I am not sure if it was the wine or just that Michelle like a challenge but no sooner that I had said that she had pulled down her panties and handed them to me – Swap she said and lets see who looks the best. I stood there in stunned silence, we were standing in the middle of her patio, in the early evening half light, me now pulling on a pair of Michelle’s still warm panties. She took the pair that until 30 seconds earlier I had been wearing and stepped into them. She swiftly pulled them up. ”“So you kissed, and then what did you do?”“Well my cunny started itching like I told you it does sometimes and I needed to scratch it so bad, but you told me not to.“Hoot saw me twitching and squirming and asked me what was wrong. I told him my cunny itched. He told me he would look away while I scratched.”“I couldn’t do that so he told me to scratch it on his jeans fly where I was sitting.”“And then what happened?”“Well it felt so good but itched even more and I asked Hoot to scratch my. He showed her to a large but sparse bedroom on the first floor, complete with an en-suite bathroom. Apart from the bed, vanity and wardrobe, there was nothing else in the room bar a lonely armchair. "There is a study across the hall for you to do your work. We try to separate personal from work space, it helps with concentration."Abigail nodded and dumped her suitcase on the bed. "So what are the classes like here? Do you just make me do maths equations from 9 to 5 every day?" Not at all.