”The other two women burst out laughing which caused Liz to blush. She hated when she blushed, she felt it made her feel inadequate which happened w...y to often around her sister and her friends. “That’s just because you’ve never USED a toy before, s*s,” said a laughing Susie. “Hell, toy orgasms are ALMOST as good as the real thing. And you don’t have to deal with as much bullshit either.”The more the women talked, the quieter Liz became. Not because she was getting more and more embarrassed,. Am married 25 years of age, my hubby is an Egg. It happened one evening, my hubby was not in town, and our families are in our natives. I went to shopping and was returning back home. It was getting dark and I could see that most of the buses to my area were full; taking chance I boarded a crowded bus. There was not even a place to pin point in the bus, is tood there in the middle of the bus. After the bus started to move I felt a hand on my ass, my one hand was on the ceiling rail and the. Oh dear! An inch? I nearly laughed out loud. She was going to get a sore lesson today.After putting on my mask, I now removed her blindfold. Let me tell you now that there was no reason of security for preventing her seeing my face. No, it's more a case of the unknown being more terrifying than the known. It didn't matter if she saw my face; I knew she wasn't going to report our little get-together. She blinked at the bright lights. I took her by the elbow and led her around the room. She. "Good," Misty replied, yanking at the plug and letting the sink drain before turning to Miranda, holding her dripping hands before her, "'Cause I'm just getting used to this being appreciated thing."Miranda smiled sadly as she dropped a dishtowel over Misty's hands and began to dry them for her. "I know, dear," she said quietly, taking a small pleasure from spoiling her beloved so, "And if I have my way, one day you'll forget what it's like not to be."Misty sighed contentedly, grabbing the.