I moved through the shop, passing shelves covered in jars containing medicinal ointments or pouches full of various herbal teas.Rosaria stepped out of...the back, wearing a leather smock stained and singed, her round face framed by metallic-red hair cut short like a bowl had covered her head and someone had cut every lock that dangled past the dish’s edge. It looked self-inflicted. Rosaria wasn’t one to care about her appearance.“How can I help you?” Rosaria asked, her tone brisk. “I .... "I gotta go," I muttered, before I rushed to my office. I opened my door, walked in and shut it. "I'm gonna have to quit," I said, lifting up my skirt. I took in a deep breath. "My panties are drenched and I feel the need to fuck the shit out of her," I muttered, before my other hand slithered into my panties. My back scraped right up against the door, while my hand went in circles, I closed my eyes and started breathing heavily. My tongue made it back onto my lips and in no time, my palm. My parents rented a semi-detached villa near the beach on the Spanish coastline, when I was eight or nine, the area near us was nude, and as you know my parents were naturist, and swingers, in equal measures, so nudity and sex were on offer all day, as my mother, a beautiful and well known sophisticate, indulged in her sexploits, with friends they met earlier, her moans echoing through the cool hallway and into my bedroom, where I sat discovering my own urges.I could her bare feet walking past. James' mouth fell open at the shock of hearing his Christian wife swear. She had gotten very upset with him once when he had said the word damn and they had a long talk about the kind of example he was setting for their son. "What?" he finally asked."All the times John and I, ah, you know, it was all a set up, don't you see?"James stared at his wife for a few moments. He tried to discount what she said but every scenario his mind came up with always ended with the same conclusion his wife had.