”Brenda corrected me and said, “They are called breasts not tits and certainly not fun-bags, however I do call my vagina a pussy. I like the sound...of it.”I said, “I’m sorry. I’m new to this. I’ve never seen real breasts before and I’ve never talked to a girl about them before either.”Brenda asked, “So what do you call your penis?”I know that I must have blushed but I replied, “I kind of like to call it a cock. Dick just reminds me of a jerk I know and penis sounds too sophisticated to. Istayed in State till I earned a Masters in Psychology. I discoveredearly that I loved the study of understanding the workings of the humanmind. This discovery came to me in all research I did in Psychology.Trying to understand and cure my secret fantasies.At graduation I leftthe mill and took a position for a Substance Abuse Clinic. While workingthere I earned my PHD and opened my own office.I was very materialistically successful but a utter failure at picking awife. I was married to a woman. . i walked into my house first to check the premises for any potential cock blockers…all i saw was my brother on his laptop and my grandpa watching BET uncut recorded from the night before …other then that the coast was clear …operation sneak a hoe in with a friend was in progress…we headed around to the backdoor that i had just unlocked and straight into my bedroom ….and before i could lock my bedroom door my boy had whipped his cock out quicker than a cowboy drawing his revolver out the. “ ... they’ll read your work, then after they’ve thrown scorn and ridicule at it, you’ll be asked to explain yourself for writing such filth ... and they’ll demand you give up your most sordid fantasies.” Roscoe almost gave out an audible sigh at the pleasure of being humiliated that way, while the small man simply gasped and looked his tormentor in the eye, as if to ask as to why she was being so cruel, but already fully aware of the answer, both perversely aroused - she in particular - her.