She walked down starked naked accept for a 12 inch strap on that seem to be soaked with pussy juice. A droplet of pussy juice dripped down the head of...the thick black strap on.She walked down and grabbed Gianna by the hair. Gianna grabbed her ass giving it a tight squeeze and slapped with the other hand. The two women kissed, wrestling their tongues deep in each other mouths. Gianna got her hand between her cheeks, fingering her asshole. The two women breast was squeezed into each other,. It was warm in the basement because of the bright lights that were blinding me when I looked out. I licked the cup and stuck the dildo onto the table. I sipped wine in between practicing shoving the dildo into my throat and shaving my body from head to toe.Two bottles of wine later I was shaved except for the hair on my head. I brought the dildo into the shower and slapped it to the wall I lathered and rinsed and then dropped to my knees. I began to suck the dildo like a woman who's life. I thought it had been next to impossible to pack my belongings, walk out that door, leave eight years of mostly happy memories behind. It was nothing compared to watching my 'Barbie' walk out that door, alone, followed discreetly a few minutes later by her 'Ken'. I had to remind myself again she wasn't cheating on me; she had been honest and up-front about who and what she was and I had accepted her on that basis. For that matter, we weren't even married yet.Yet? What are you thinking, Lisa?I. ” she hesitated, “I have exactly one sexual encounter in my whole life. That was when I was twelve. I don’t know how to be intimate with someone.” She went quiet and looked out the window.I considered all she had told me in the last day and concluded that intimacy was the real issue. She looks at the rape and its aftermath nineteen years ago and feels that she doesn’t deserve a relationship. She thought of herself as spoilt goods and no one would want to be with her. Over the last nineteen.