Maybe I can tell her I saw the bed was messed up and figured she wanted to wash the sheets and cover and take them downstairs. Then I can pretend I wr...pped the toys in the blanket without noticing them and put them in with the wash. But then that might mess the vibrator up, and I dont want her upset with me for ruining her toys. By the time I finished washing them I still hadnt come up with a good idea. Just as I thought maybe I could use her blow dryer to get them dry before she got home I. He was clever and charming.“If I listen to my husband, you become my problem, John. Why do you think that is?”“Tell me.” John looked expectantly into her eyes.Eve felt the bile rise in her throat. There was a mixture of anger and disgust in her voice as her hurt came out again. Eve held his eyes before she spoke.“My husband wants me to fuck other men. He wants their cocks inside me, John, and he wants me to fuck them, too.”Eve’s eyes moistened and blurred. John could see her tears were coming. What is the problem?" Why do you say there is a problem?"You called for Thomas and people only call him when they have a problem."That's another thing. Why did he send you-not that there is anythingwrong with you-but why didn't he come?" Apparently you thought that Thomas couldn't relate to you and youthought there was nobody else who could relate to your experience, beingboth genders."Gina thought this over. "I did think those thoughts. Tell me how manypeople are there like us, you know who. Just look at us. Three girls sitting here,fondling our own breasts and talking about how nipples can showarousal...and not a sign of any arousal between us. Its a peeping pervertsparadise if they could see us now. She knew she shouldn't have said it outloud but there it was , out there. Tricia was the first, followed byKatie. It was definitely less than 20 but could even have been only 10.Seconds that is before all three were nearly crying with laughter at howsilly they must have looked. The.