Everyone has their thing, that one thing that turns them on that may be different from others. My one thing is heat, or just being hot. When I made it...to the house I was a real bitch in heat. My husband was at work and wasn’t going to make it home till about 6 o’clock and I couldn’t wait. So I figured I’d masturbate and get a good one in before he comes home. I was gonna do it in the shower so I could kill two birds with one stone, get clean and get off. I opened the bathroom door, stepped in. Never had I seen him so angry, and yet so controlled. Never had I seen the flashing darkness in his eyes as I did that morning. I swallowed hard and fast as he tipped the glass and the juice that poured forth into my mouth. He slammed the glass down onto the table and grabbed my wrist and yanked me from the chair as if I were a rag doll, ?Now let?s go!? he barked as he pulled me along the hallway towards the shower. He opened the glass door to the shower stall and turned on the water. I stood. Mike was only too glad to oblige. She turned to Mike and smiled, slowly lowering herself to her knees, her hands rubbing over his eyes while gazing up at him. Silently, as if in a daze, she began to unbuckle his pants, removing his boxers as she knelt.“I want….,” she stammered, “no…no….I NEED…to suck your cock,” she purred, pulling out Mike’s large, plumped cock and stroking it with her hands. Mike didn’t have time to respond, as Shannon transformed into a sexual animal before his eyes. Gone. He put the beers on the coffee table, put the tv on and told me to sit on the loveseat. He sat next to me, both of us in our robes. I asked about the piano and learned he played with the philharmonic in the big city. I learned he was single and lived alone in that big house. He asked again if I had a girlfriend, I didnt, then he asked if I ever had one, if I ever had sex. I told him no, didnt want to tell him about Johnny. He asked if my parents would be worried about me. I said they go to bed.