It was nice. And that was what kept me questioning. It was nice, not racy not vulgar, not numbing, just nice. I decided that should be how it was to b.... After all, it was nice.I was the perfect daughter, the perfect daughter and the perfect wife. And I liked it, I liked perfection in every aspect of my life, but somehow, my sexual needs had started taking over my functioning. I’d find myself masturbating at noon, in the evening, and sometimes, at night, in the washroom, after I’ve had sex.A few. Her new job had kept her busy and she didn’t have any weekends free up to now. Claire was disappointed that there did not appear to be any gay females in the area but she had not yet met Jill. Claire had agreed to go shopping at the mall next weekend and although Claire did not know it at the time, her desire would be fulfilled. Doreen was reminiscing about her past and the time she entertained three boys in her bed. She too was disappointed in that the boys didn’t seem to be interested in her. “fhwup, fhwup, fhwup….” A steady, sucking rhythm as she plunged her balled hand in and out of the cum filled crater my ass had become.The guy in my throat finished by pulling out and leaving a hot sticky load all over my heaving tits. As I looked down at Kait, I realized she’d been doing this the whole time while guys kept fucking her up her ass and pussy.“Ride my face..” I said to her in a barely audible, raspy whisper.She smiled up from the mess my pussy had become and started to move. But. About 20 seconds later Jill came on the phone."Hello?" Jill?" Jack?" Yeah." Why did you call me?" I wanted to come over and see you. There's something I want to talk to you about." I'm afraid you can't come over, Jack."My worst fears were coming true. I steeled myself."Why?" We're in Santa Barbara. My aunt died yesterday." Oh, Jill, I'm sorry." We were kind of expecting it. She was 92 years old and has been in a nursing home for the last seven years. She hasn't been herself since she fell and.