I fumbled in my bag and came out with a little bottle of gold fluid and unscrewed the cap. I put some on my fingers and spread it around his finger an... knuckle."Is that what I think it is?" Probably. If you were thinking lube for anal sex it is. How do you know what it is anyway?" I sorta looked up at him sheepishly and he didn't seem to respond. I wish he had of."My wife needed it when she started to get pretty sick. She was a good sport and wanted me happy to the end. She's the one that. ”I pulled back out, and Beth let out with another one of her delighted moans. The pitch of the moan changed a little bit as I moved around to try to get a better angle. “Oh, my God, Bob! Keep that angle. You must be rubbing against my G-spot. It feels so good that I must be at the edge of heaven. If you can keep that up, I will have to struggle to come up with a suitable reward.”“Don’t worry about that, Beth. The better I make you feel, the better I feel. Nobody has ever said anything to tell. That both the broad brush strokes of our culture as well as the more narrowly defined constraints of our local society didn't condone such a view was clear, even to an insensitive teenage male such as me. I may have been a libertine at heart, but I wasn't dumb about it. I kept my views to myself.I was, at the time, dating a girl, a high-school cheerleader, named Sally. Our relationship wasn't "serious" - there was never anything approaching commitment, at least on my part. I was spared that. Craig had however plunged onregardless and ignored all the warning signs. Alice waited for hisperformance to finish before declaring that she had a headache andkicking him out. He never saw her again.Craig crawled out of the pit he called a bed and wondered just what thisparticular Monday morning would bring him.************************************************************************Craig had often thought about his rather beautiful dark haired neighbourDiana Knight who lives upstairs in the.