Of all the changes in the past months, the greatest was his discovery happiness could be found, could even be purchased. The thought cheered him, but ...he joy was fleeting. Yes, happiness could be purchased. But the cost. The cost was always a factor. The doubt chewed at his confidence, and his new tic surfaced, his tongue darting across his lips. He touched each small, rough crescent briefly, reminders of his hard-fought knowledge.No! Clenching his fist around the moist bills, he straightened. “And I admit I’d like to get you in bed, too. But that’s not what I’m trying to do, right now. He’s freaked out, and a freaked-out parent makes abrupt decisions. Sometimes those abrupt decisions aren’t in line with what we want as his kids. Remember the dog walking idea?”What he was referring to had originally been Barbie’s idea. She wanted to start a dog walking service to make some money. She’d gotten two clients before one of the dogs she was walking snapped at a man’s leg. Granted, the man. "Holy HELL!" I screamed aloud. "I'vegot a cunt!" The stunning realization though somehow didn't sway me, Ijust continued to roll my bodacious hips. "Nng, AHH!" I screamed in ahigh voice as womanly pleasure washed over me. Orgasm after orgasm beganto hit me as Steve wrapped his big, rough hands around my soft, roundass. Soon I orgasmed so frequently they began to run together.Steve, now fully aware, turned me over and started fucking me doggie-style. "Oh yes-yes-yes FUCK ME!" I shrieked. I was incredibly nervous to confess my own fantasies. My fascination with the whole idea of guys who shared their wives and girlfriends with more handsome and virile guys. I was afraid Sue would think me unmanly and no longer suitable boyfriend material. But knowing something of my painful romantic past, she was understanding and didn’t think less of me because of these strange fantasies I had. As we discussed them, Sue asked me the inevitable question. Did I want to share her with another guy?.