She's the one I have sex with. I'm not perfect, ILOOK at other women, she knows I do. Sometimes she'll even say something like, 'she's pretty, huh?'. ...ut I think she knows that casually appreciating a pretty girl and dragging one into bed are two totally different things. Other than when she teases me during sex-play by telling me stories of bringing a girlfriend with her to bed for me (which is about the nicest/sexiest things she could POSSIBLY to me), sex equals time with her and heronly. I. Aunty Sandra's smile faded a little and warned me that I should be careful because a lot of girls out there are nothing more than just dirty little sluts. I was confused and asked her to explain just exactly what is a slut. She replied by saying that some girls have a reputation for doing naughty things with lots of different boys. "Oh. I don't think Janet's like that or at least I don't think so." I said."Ok" she said "enough chit chat for now. Time for your bath before bedtime". With that she. But I have been afraid to tell my stories, but here I can tell in the safety of anonymity. In 1998 I had my first MFM experience. Since then I had the pleasure of six more times, but in 2005 I was away on a teacher's convention. It was just past my 38th birthday and I stayed a couple of days over for a little rest and relaxation. I was in the hotel bar one night having a margarita and started talking with three younger guys. I was a little tipsy and flirty with them and they were very. “Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!” A more bulbous gob of moisture now hung from her bared pussy lips. When it plopped onto the glistening wet spot on the couch, another gushed out to replace it. Dribbling like a faucet, she was completely oblivious to me or — should I say — she was very aware of me but couldn’t care less. Maybe even being more demonstrative of her desire because I was witnessing it. This was torture. As if struggling to pull a slippery giant eel out of a sack, she reached in.