”“It should be, it is a 2010. One of their very best years. I have several bottles chilled so enjoy all you want. I intend to.”He poured the las... of the bottle, and opened a new one. With the bottle and his glass in one hand, his other took her hand and led her to the bedroom.When she saw how beautiful it was a small tear formed and ran down her cheek.“This is not the same bedding. I can see your thoughts. You will be the first woman on this bed.”She turned and hugged him, being careful not to. We all moved to the country into a big house, I finally got my college degree and we became swingers as an alternative, to keep my sexual addiction under control. So that's the story of how I became a hooker at 18 and according to my estimates, fucked and sucked over 5000 different men during a 12 year period. It was a wild time in my life, where I experimented and tried all that I could to experience sex, d**gs and love to it's fullest. All but two of my c***dren are grown now and they will be. ."Six months later, April drove her car through the torrential rain that served as Arizona's fall and winter weather. She loved the rain as much as she wearied of the sun; the falling water soothed her. And after the discovery she'd just made, she was in desperate need of something soothing.It had come up as she'd been doing a detail course on CSI techniques in preparation for applying to the FBI for an agent's position. She'd been thorough with her preparations – she'd learned where the head. "Ron nodded. "Most of my shirts are pretty coarse, and they make my ...nipples ... pretty raw by the end of the day. I've been wearing T-shirts mostly, but I go back to work next week, so I'll need to figureout something."Tina palpated the tissue. "They're growing nicely. A little fasterthan normal, but you _did_ get the 'sports package'," she said with asly grin.Ron blushed. "Yeah." A soft camisole under your shirt might help with the chafing." That's what Jen suggested," Ron agreed. .