Vo bhi muze kas kar apni aur khich kar mere hotho ko kiss karna chahti thi aab maine mere hath niche late unki bhardar madak mast gadarayi gand pr lak...r sahalate aabb dabana chali kiyaa vo aabb siskaariya chod rhi thi aauuuhh muuuuhh ohhhh muhhh baabbyyyy aab maine unke najuk hoth ko apne hoth mai lekar kabhi jeebh bahar nikalkar halkese chat leta to vo sihaar jati aur meri jeebh chusne ko tadapati aur mai jtse apni jeebh usase chudata issase vo aur out of control ho jati aab usne jor se mere. " My wife laughed (as she always does) and told me to go for it as well. This exchange took place around noon.I never did go over to Jessica's house (she was in traffic that day), yet made it back to my house at 5:30 PM. I saw an unfamiliar maroon Chevy pick up truck with the local university parking sticker in my driveway, to which I immediately thought "wow, she really did go through with it." I walk in and announce my arrival to the house, yet didn't hear anything. I walk into our bedroom. Jim was going to have abrickwork pattern he will never forget."Shirley, please give me another curler!"We worked as a team for a long time. It was amazing how many curlersShirley's head accepted. Occasionally I would spray a little more waterand setting lotion into Shirley's hair to keep it moist and pliable. Ithink the best part for me was standing directly in front of Jim/Shirleyto position the bubble bang rollers over his forehead. I was able tostare directly into his eyes as the roller. The term PMS had not yet found its way into the common jargon of the day, but I vowed that I was not going to become an irritable bitch.Sure enough, by the time lunch was over, I had started my flow. Now it's one thing to practice with nice clean pads, but quite another having to deal with changing them when there was real blood involved. By the time the day was over and we headed back to the dorm to change for our gym time, I could appreciate what women went through. This was my first period.