Did she not realise her body was calling out to him? The way her breasts rose and fell evenly, the nightdress she wore had ridden high up her thighs, ...romising endless pleasure.He held back a groan remembering earlier that evening. How normal it had been for him to call upon her for relief. This had been the 100th time that she had 'serviced' his dick. He gave her nothing in return, and she never asked.He arrived unannounced as usual and when she opened the door she could see the desire in his. Oh fuck,” I cried out as a series of convulsions shook my entire body. My breasts were heaving as I struggled to maintain my balance as wave upon wave of pleasure crashed through me. “Thank you. I needed that. You have no idea how badly I needed that. I have been crawling the walls all week…I don’t know why…but I have been really missing you,” I panted as his fingers exited my vagina. I reached my hand out to him and guided him to stand. I felt such an outpouring of love and affection for him. I figured we'd keep it at that, along with some small talk. Little did I know that alcohol opened his mouth a great deal. I began to take advantage of that opportunity, and asked how he deals with his sexual urges. He walked over to his entertainment center, opened a cabinet, and there were dozens of X-rated DVDs. He also has WiFi in his house (as do I), and we discussed adult sites we'd enjoyed over the years. Well, enough alcohol had loosened things up enough to have Pete ask "Would you like. He hadn’t stopped me of my million wanks a day but I had stopped doing it so openly at home, school and in public. I was made to realise it upset people and was bad and naughty to do it infront of people, especially girls as they like it the least. And he told me why, he told me about sexuality and sex, the birds and the bees. It was what the hairy chinned nuns couldn’t or wouldn’t tell me. From then on I looked at girls differently. They were no longer horrible and yucky, they were now nice.