“I try acting human, but I’m not human and probably doing it all wrong. I’m curious, but that is a given, and I don’t know what I feel otherwi...e. I told you I’ve no experience with this.”“No need for acting on my behalf. I want you and I’m as determined as the cat. So impatient and horny is fine with me. Lead the way and I’ll follow your legs,” he replied, his smug smirk replaced by a genuine smile.“You, your sister, my cat, everyone is pushing me. I’m a novice and need patience, not being. Just as Steve is. And just as Dick and Karen are your bitches, your own parents as well,” I recalled, “and you’ve been very generous with your mother’s luscious body.”“Hey, what can I say? I’m your bitch, too, you know! We all are, deep down, bro!” Tiffany pointed to her tattoo, of course.You know, the one with the words “Bruce’s Cum Whore Forever,” right? I had to wonder if she would get Karen inked with any words of that sort, and if so, what? For that matter, what ink might I put on Mom or. The older couple, that was joining us in the sauna, looked with respect and politeness to the girls as if they were famous stars or so. Which later I had found out, was indeed the case. Tuva and Anneli were company owners and famous for their designs and frequently worked for Victoria Secret as freelancers and knew all kinds of world famous people including celebrating birthdays with ex-members of Abba and having occasionally sleepovers with the blond Abba lady on her island near Stockholm, I. Exacerbating matters was the fact that Candice wasn't a very sexualperson. We were both virgins when we married, so we didn't know anybetter. But soon after we were wed it became sadly apparent that our sexlife would never go much further than the missionary position, grudginglysubmitted to once or twice a week. Blowjobs and other arousing activitieswere absolutely out of the question. She wasn't even interested in havingme go down on her. Candice found almost all aspects of human sexuality.