. an hour of pure torture, an hour of desire you never knew you could feel, and hour of wanting to say something – anything just to hear your voice ...ay his name. To ask for more pain. To plead for release from your master... A cloth covers your eyes now and goes over your ears as well. No longer can you hear even the slightest breath – even your own. Fingers return and grab your pussy hair and even with it being so wet you end up on your bed on your back. Your legs are raised and you feel him. Except, he couldn’t make me come,” Sonya said, as though it was the most normal thing in the world for her to say something like that to me. Maybe I’d kept the lines of communication a little too open in the past. “Too much information,” I said hastily. “Well, it’s true,” Sonya said, still undeterred, “It felt like there was more to come, but it never happened.” I sighed, and seeing that Sonya had raised the subject, and showed no sign of being swayed off it, I said, “Maybe what you had. Having already gotten naked, she quickly pulled on a wife beater and some sweatpants, and jolted out the door.Within minutes she was sitting on Alicia's sofa, legs pressed together to keep her cock in place because her friend's slutty schoolgirl outfit had made her hard again. She listened to Alicia's sad tale of her constant desires and exploits. She couldn't stand it, her new friend had some serious issues, and she knew she could solve them. But how? She desperately wanted to tell her, but. Even when I had seen small children on the day in question, Iremembered thinking how cute they were and wanting some of my own.What was going on with me?"Cleo, what in the world is going on?" Marc' you were ALREADY pretty keen to woman's issues and issues ofchildren and family, even when you were male, now that's just in fullgear. Let's face it, you'll make one hell of a mom, Someday."She was right, my whole life, I had always "Done pretty well" with womenbecause when I spoke to them I REALLY.