On one of therse rides i started asking him how he liked his women to look. Shaved pussy or not. Stuff like that. He told me shaved. I went as far as ...skin how he liked sex n how many women he`s been with n what they did together. I was getting really turned on by it. I guess he sensed my uneasyness. He asked if i was a virgin n i said yes. He told me he didnt believe me. Then i did something drastic...i took his free hand and slid it under my skirt. He pushed my underwear aside and started to. It had actually been CJ who made me realize that I really was the one in control. He told me that in a divorce, the woman always gets everything and the husband ends up living in his mom's basement, eating tuna straight out of the can. CJ himself was living with a woman who wanted to marry him, but she wasn't really what he was looking for. They weren't married, so walking away from her would be no problem."So ... Sluuuuurrrp ... Don't ... Sluurp slurp ... Forget. Today's the day you call him,". I gave her a good 20 then stopped. She has a light sheen of sweat on her body, panting as I waited. I walked over and placed my hand on her hot red ass. Ran my hand down and between her legs. She was wide open and wet from her slit down the inside of her thighs. I circled with my finger just lightly teasing her clit. Then I took a stiff hair brush and ran it over her hot ass. The brush was like tiny needles as they prick her tender ass. She moaned as the source between her legs started to take. At one time we looked forward to the night and we experimented. We looked for ideas, we read things, ordered things and we made the opportunities to make a sex life for the two of us exciting. I vaguely remember those days. Vaguely.Now we go to bed to watch the news, maybe watch a monologue and sleep. Excitement is finding a new restaurant we both like or seeing that we have lost five pounds. Sex is something that we laugh and make snide comments about in jest. In fact, over the past.