But society has taught me differently. Marriage was good, cheating was bad. Plain and simple. As a woman I had been brain washed since birth to look f...r that special ONE to spend my life with. I mean damn, let’s look at Snow White (people fail to realize she lived with 7 men at once) before committing to one, oh and lets not forget that Prince Charming (Which ironically enough most storybook princes are named, coincidence, not even close. This guy invited bigamy. ) had necrophilia . I mean. " I pulled down the covers so as to invite her in."You... you... uh... you're naked." Yes, I certainly am, Mary. I sleep in the nude. Can't stand the feel of clothing next to my body in bed. Are you getting in or not?" Well... uh... okay." She started to get in with me."No way, Mary! You are not wearing that fuzzy pink thing in my bed. I have no intention of itching all night. Take it off or go back to your own bed." Uh... I guess so. But close your eyes." I did.Mary finally snuggled up with. The next morning, I woke to find both a Christmas and birthday gift from Santa. It was always something I really wanted or needed. It was also something my poor parents could not afford.This stymied my mom and dad. They had never really believed in Santa, but they came to accept that someone was being Santa to me each Christmas morning.As I got older, all my friends stopped believing in Santa, but not me. I kept my belief secret from my friends. They would just tease me and spoil my faith.When. Beyond in the living room I heard a sound. Craning my neck a bit, I could see she was on the couch, facing the wall between us with something in her hand. It was pink and swirly like a popsicle, and...oh my god. It was my vibrator! I stood up as tall as I could to see and realized she had her work skirt off and was feeling herself through her panties with her left hand. She passed my vibrator under her nose and inhaled slowly and deeply. She was smelling ME. I felt an erotic adrenaline rush at.