Ask her who she is? You would probably get a reply like “I am a mother first, wife second,” and so on. Ask her if she is ever not a mother and get...a big “No!” Well, by contrast, I am a sex object for my husband to instruct, use and play with first, with no close second - even if the second is all my other wifely duties together. Take all the time an average woman might take for a full-time job, being a Mom and the extra chores and other demands of being a couple. Instead of that, my husband. He was the typical jock, clean-cut look, always wore button-down collars with his tie normally loosened, and in my opinion, a total jerk-off. If I had to pick one guy who was always busting my balls, it was Tommy. Whether it was about my men's nylon bikinis in the locker rooms or my cum stained jack-off magazines under my bed. Tommy was always busting my balls.In addition, all the women at school wanted to go out with him. He had his pick of women. He was always going out with different women,. I knew this was the first time for Brett and, in fact, I had only ever taken it in the ass on two previous occasions. The light of a nearly full moon was beaming through the window so we left the light off. Brett grabbed a condom and the lube, and soon had his hard dick covered and slicked up. He seemed well practiced at this and when I asked him where he leared all about fitting condoms, he said they did it at school in a sex education class. “Wow! “ I said, “We never got to do anything like. He was only 14, after all. He was hardly at a stage in his life where he needed to be seeing breasts or some of the other naughty things in some of the comics. She was within her rights to be upset. But it had been foolish to blame Daniel. He had ended up being quite responsible about the whole thing. He had apologized profusely for selling her son the offensive comic and she had calmed down.He had a very calming voice, really. That was her first sign that he was trustworthy. He explained to.