“Really?”“Stop. This isn’t about me,” She said. “Why can’t you stop touching my intimates? Do I need to lock away my clothes so you and ...our THING won’t invade my personal space? Why can’t you jerk it to porn like boys are supposed to?”“I’m sorry Em. Honestly, I can’t help myself. I saw them and I had to smell them. I lost control. What are you going to do?”She sat there for a minute. Her breathing slowed down as she calmed herself. When she spoke her confidence wasn’t there like before.“Can I. “Tell him, slut…make him feel better.” He pulled the back of her panties aside and slid his hard-on right into his wife’s wet, juicy cunt. Suzanne lifted her face up and smiled at the clerk. “I just love doing what he tells me to, cowboy. Now what can I do to make you feel better?” Gaby leaned in once more and let her lips and tongue speak for her as the two friends kissed very deeply and became more than friends to each other that afternoon. Finally Gaby stood and moved a few feet back. She is 5.6″ height. She is medium size body and she is around 25 to 30 years of old. Light white complexion and she early working in the major hospital. Surprisingly she is widow.After taking charges she did all our house work like my wife. We have a one servant, she come in the morning and preparing some food, wash the cloth & utensils and went to the other home. So, we have not worry about the food. I’m waiting for the chance to enjoy her.One fine Saturday night around 9 pm my mother goes to. Black flats for the shoes. A pocketbook over my shoulder. None of that was the first thing anyone noticed. The first thing was when George Andrews looked at me and said, "Hey, Jesse Martin's got tits!" Suddenly, I was in a fishbowl. Everyone was looking. Jaws were open. They talked. They laughed. They pointed. They said cruel things. I walked down the hall, and heads turned. You can't show up as a woman one day and expect anything else. Still, it felt lonely. The football coach.