A commodities trader deals in options every day. What were my options? I could continue to fight; that was the American Way. I could persist in my sco...ched-earth campaign of spite, malice, and revenge. Susan certainly deserved that for what she did — but did I? Was I ready to allow my thirst for vengeance to consume me, even as I sought to devour her? I could just walk away from everything in my personal life and start over; flip that old Etch-a-Sketch over, give it a shake, and Presto! Start. . wrong, per se.2:I've always been a borderline nymphomaniac - even when I'm getting my sexual needs taken care of by the men in my life (or, at times, the women) I can't think of a single day in my life that I haven't masturbated as well, but since my daughters started "taking care of each other", I've just been chronic.It's gotten to the point where I've been waiting until my darling Joshua gets home, taking him upstairs, and riding him before he can even take his suit off. (he hasn't. I felt the cold jelly being applied to my leg as she used her equipment on me. About 10 minutes into it, her hand disappeared under the sheet just enough to give my throbbing cumfilled cock a chance to get hard and throbbing and dripping and it began to poke its head out from under the sheet. Mmmm....I remember her hands were so soft, so balmy, and so needed. I looked at her face and saw that she was lost momentarily in the desire for sex. Her eyes showed nothing but pure unadulterated. Jessica was a red head with short curly hair that came to her neck. with a few freckles she always picked on me for not being smart as her she actually skipped a grade cause of her IQ. the only empty seat was in front of me just as I planed. she sat down with reluctance and began listening to the teacher.Jessica had green eyes and from the looks of her she had been tanning in the summer sun. I could see the tan lines on her shoulders. she was a foot shorter then me and her breast were not as.