The whole truth and nothing but the truth.”“Okay, but promise you’ll stay.”“I’m not promising shit! Come on, spill it.”“It started abo...t three months ago when I told my parents I’d found Mr. Right, just to get them to stop trying to hook me up with Todd.”“But we’ve only known each other a few weeks,” I noted.“They don’t know that. I never gave them a name, until last week. They like Todd and I didn’t have the heart to tell them he’s a two-timing cheating bastard. My mom was starting to believe. She feels rejected by her. And neglected, unseen and unwanted in her new social circle. Alessandra easily opens up in our conversation, as soon as we sit down for further talks during drinks in my small sunny garden. Soft spoken, no neighbour can hear her cunning confessions. She feels free as she is not into men in the first place. And trusts me as soon as I tell her about the source of my knowledge in sexuology. Alessandra admits she often plays her pussy, at home, after her parents are off. And partly because I sensed this was a statement from her. If her SOB of a husband was going to run-off with some brainless blonde bimbo, then she wasn’t about to hang around moping and waste her life. She was going to get on and live life to the fullest . Doing as many of the things she could that she’d always wanted to, but hadn’t managed to due to his lack of interest.Our cottage was well situated, in the rolling Oxfordshire countryside just North and West of London. So pretty much each day. I then will begin by slowly running my fingers very lightly up and down my body.I will start breathing in short fast breaths as I feel my nipples begin to swell and harden. At the same time, my flower will begin to open and my nectar will start to flow. I will very lightly circle my now very swollen nipples with my fingers. At the same time I will slowly and very lightly run my fingers down the front of my body to my wanting clit. By now it has expanded and is peeking out from beneath it\'s.