Still puzzled John opened the front door and saw hisformer next door neighbour Mr Dawkins rushing in to his porch out of thepouring rain. Mr Dawkins p...used to shout a greeting, "Morning Joanne,filthy weather eh?"John automatically responded, "It certainly is, Robert. You look afteryourself."Moving on to the drive, John realised that Mr. Dawkins had died 5 yearssgo and he hadn't known his first name. Furthermore he had called him'Joanne'. In a way that was a relief that be hadn't been exposed as. “Anyway, I told one of my friends about it and she told me that she rubs herself in the same way but she really wanted to see this magical device from my mums bedroom drawer. So we arranged a sleepover and I showed her how I use it. Then she used it and one thing led to another and we needed up rubbing our pussies together but that time when I came it was all wet. But it felt great. My friend asked me if she could kiss me, down there and I agreed if she’d let me kiss her and I just liked the. I tried so hard topicture a cock between my legs, fucking me silly. Or soft, soulful eyeslooking longingly into my own. Wearing beautiful lingerie and feelingstrong hands slip them off of my body. I couldn't go back tofantasizing. I had to make it my reality."If I do this, what happens?" It's very simple. There will be a fiery single car wreck on the wayhome from the courthouse. Susan will have no choice but to have aclosed-casket funeral."I thought about what I would be doing to my wife,. It would have to be described with a series of grunts and groans from deep, enduring embarrassment. My brain was fucked so hard by Garima that I had my brains turned into mush.My breath was taken away, as was my ability to formulate any words. I sat with my mouth wide open in shock and felt intense dizziness. I was the most embarrassed person in the history of the world.Garima laughed her ass off. She had been so incredibly successful beyond her wildest imaginations. She knew she wanted to.