Our trust grew. We could talk about everything including my bisexuality (which she found very hot) cross dressing, affairs, fantasies … nothing was ...ff limits. The more intimately we knew each other the more we felt the physical attraction. My wife could feel it too and it began causing frequent fights. During one of our fights she suggested we split up and I agreed. Of course the rumors began immediately but I really didn't care. Rhea and I not only could have an honest conversation but we. As the lash fell onto her back, the crew had a wonderful view of Angela's pussy as it peeked out from behind her exceptionally generous golden bush. (More a forest than a bush, the humorous Marcella had once joked!)The next lash fell and Angela jerked as if she had been electrocuted! Her whole body writhed and bent double, bringing her head momentarily level with her crotch before it fell back and her body went limp."Golly, Doris! Did you see that. It gets worse and worse. WE MUST do something. Whatever it is, you can tell me and know I won’t laugh at your or spread rumors about you.”“I know,” Nicole responded, but she still felt too embarrassed to tell her that she pissed her pants the day before and that she had to wear diapers today.“Do you think we can stop by the washrooms on the way to the auditorium?” Anna asked her as a way of changing the topic. “I really need to go.”“Sure. I think the closest one is this way.”It was quite obvious what they were talking about with need to fix. These guys were older and I didn’t even have a drivers license. I thought I would have to find a GF that was younger. My best friend had an older sister who had her own car, her own friends and acted like we didn’t exist. She had dated quite a few guys most of whom were older than me. We got along ok and I fantasized about her but that was as far as it went. I’m sure she saw me as a kid. I got a job in a truck stop about 20 miles away. There was a couple of us from the small town that worked.