“She could be terrible at this job. Did you even check to see if she was capable of waiting tables? Someone walks off the street and claims to know ...e and they instantly get a job? What the fuck is this shit?”“I remember your parents telling me that she used to babysit you before she had to move away, and Melody offered to teach her so we didn’t have to draw sticks for it. Plus, she was really excited to have another girl working with her.”“That back stabbing cunt,” I mumbled underneath my. It was no longer touching my prostate (it only did that at the initial entry), so I whispered for her to push and she did. The toy seemed to be just barely too short to touch the prostate while sitting in naturally, but as soon as she added some slight pressure I could feel my insides rejoicing. I couldn't believe the experience, the pleasure. As she continued to twist and push and pump the toy I began squirming in ecstasy. All that and at the same time she had me in her mouth. It was unlike. There had always been the one of myself with two women. I'd never experienced it because I'd never found a woman who wanted to experience it.In thinking through that particular fantasy, I always imagined the two of them interacting. My "sexual fairness doctrine" that made me seek satisfaction for my partners in bed began to alter the fantasy. If I wanted a woman to share me with another woman, maybe I'd have to consider sharing a woman with another man. At first I couldn't imagine that. Even. You look at the clock and see the pattern of numbers “10:28” and smile, the 28 reminding you that today is your birthday. You stretch, then catch yourself, worried (and maybe hoping), needlessly, that you will be caught and tormented again. Looking around you see a lump under the sheets beside you. Conflicted with worry, excitement, and curiosity, you take a breath and peel back the covers. The faint smell hits you first and you smile. Under the sheet is a large bouquet of daisies, your.