”“You’re too nervous,” he assured me. “Tell you what, let me show you how to do it, and you can start by yourself. That way you’ll get a...good feel for how it’s going to go. And you can stop anytime you want, OK?”I nodded, biting my lower lip. “OK, give me your hand. There you go. Now take your finger -- I usually use the middle finger -- and just rub it up and down that crack of yours. See? That’s not so scary, is it?” I nodded in agreement.“OK, now find that spot where you can work. I think I'd rather have my nut sac scrubbed with jalapeno juice and sandpaper than travel. Airports piss me off, stewardesses piss me off, yes I know they prefer to be called "air hostesses" these days but I figure stewardesses is a nicer term than my own preference; sky whores, and most of all having some moron at the TSA checkpoint grope me really pisses me off. Humorless cocksuckers.Mainly I hate being away from my dogs. Don't get me wrong, I miss my wife too, but we can talk on the phone,. The place was shabby, but at a mere $400 a month with utilities except phone included, I could afford it. My $1,500 hundred a month disability would be covering my expenses quite well actually. I still had to eat, and cabbing it everywhere was going to be kind of costly, but I’d get by.And, yes, I did think about my ex and my baby, and even my ex-bud sometimes; well, it was inevitable. I did miss my baby. I’d not been around her very much, but the little I had been had been an eye opener. I. I nod unable to speak knowing what was about to happen.We barley reached the changing rooms in Topshop before Tasha had undressed revealing her perfectly milky white body. “I’m feeling naughty” she says ripping at my top, her impatience showing.God she was hot and so beautiful, and Tasha knew she was, she oozed confidence in every movement she made.Despite being in a relationship with her boyfriend for the last 2 years, Tasha had always preferred having female lovers, her female lover having.