That’s when I heard footsteps again. This time, they were softer. My door slowly opened, and there stood Jess, in the same bathrobe. “How’s it g...ing hun? Comfortable there?” “No actually. I got a really bad ache in my balls.” “Well, maybe we can help each other out then. You see, your dad just left, and I’m horny as hell. What I really need right now is a good fucking.”With those words, she let her robe fall to the floor. She had changed out of her previous panties and bra, and was now wearing. And you yourself asked it, one evening.Why not, indeed?Your new neighbours across the street had one, your friends around the block had one… even the old couple in that tiny house next to the store had one. It’s fashionable right now to have one. It seems like the solution to so many problems: No more housework, no more cooking. A progressive society. Women are supposed to have careers. You sure had planned to have one. You havn’t even turned 30 yet, and your beloved husband Dave is a few years. An unexpected orgasm shot through Janet. Then another. What initially was **** became the most sexually inspiring fuck she had ever had. It was as if she was a bronco horse and had bucked out. Janet was becoming "Africanized."Perhaps it was because of her husband not making love to her in over a year. She had almost given up on sex except for a dildo she had purchased recently. A white dildo yet she had seen the large black dildos but had no attraction to black. They were repugnant to her. Now. All the girls that are talking to Kinjo’s get sort of scared and walk off. Surfer Girl finally gets loose from her grasp and tells me ‘ You need to get this Bitch under control’. The night is falling apart. The Kinjo’s are freaking out. I am loosing control of the situation. While all this is going on, ‘Tim’ decides he needs to defend Tattoo girl. He stands up and comes over to me and starts trying to fight me. I am watching the girls argue and this little fucker shoves me. I stand up and he.