We loved each other dearly but we never missed an opportunity to piss each other off if we could get the chance; especially when it came to inflicting...mom and her eccentricities on each other."Fuck me Shelly! When are you going to buy a decent car instead of this tree-hugging, fern-sniffing, eco-friendly, midget-mobile?" I chided her.Shelly was a greenie. Not a hairy-legged, khaki-wearing, femmo dyke. (Far from it! She liked to dress in mini-skirts, killer heels, hosiery and makeup and tease. Her pussy is tight and tucked away her flaps bearly poking out at all.So as you can imagine she would not have struggled to find a date. I always thought I was doing well for myself and pleasureed Sasha very well. Sasha had been with other men before we met and she was I thought pretty wild in the bed. We had a list of about six guys that we were possibly keen on having join us and play. We exchanged details with them and pictures and layed out the ground rules. Sasha was super excited about. Whenever I looked at a group of people laughing and having a good time, I start to wonder whether there's something wrong with me. Strangely, the people who tell me to lighten up and be positive are often the people who tell me to be myself. What if I'm just sad by nature? By acting happy and positive I'm not really being myself. I guess "be positive" and "be yourself" are just lines people memorize. Often when a friend gives advice, he or she just regurgitates lines from Oprah or Dr Phil.. Dave grasps her hips and holds her tight against his lengthening member while smiling wolfishly at her. “What do you think, sweetheart?”She giggles, feeling him harden against her. “I think you like it very much.” She reaches down and lifts the dress over her head, letting her breasts fall free to his gaze.“Beautiful,” he breathes with a soft sigh. He leans forward and takes one of her nipples between his lips, sucking gently on it.“Oh yes,” she purrs, throwing her head back and pressing closer.