Candace would have sex every day if she could get it, but I was lucky if I could help her out two or three times a week. Candace began to masturbate r...gularly and I was glad because it took some of the pressure off me to perform. For her birthday I gave her a gag gift - a shoebox full of dildos of various sizes and she ended up using them often. Looking back on it now it seems strange that I never gave any thought to any of the other possible outlets for an attractive woman with a powerful need. “It’s on me,” she said and looked at him.“Thanks,” said Stan, as he picked it up and went back to looking at the machine.Sharon walked back round to the other drinkers and started collecting empty glasses and ushering people out. Eventually, at about 23:10, after locking the Pub door and washing the remaining glasses, she sat at the end of the bar and took her shoes off to rub her feet.Stan came over and sat next to her, placing his empty glass on the bar.Sharon smiled. “Do you want another,. I tried to resist walking with her, but there was something about her that made me feel compelled to keep walking with her. I suddenly heard a loud unearthly groan nearby from a deep fiery hole."What was that?!"I asked in a panic."Don't worry."She replied coolly.I heard another loud piercing groan, and another, and another.Like a pained group of a****ls.The groaning grew louder, the further we walked. Louder, and louder still,'til the groans turned to screams and gasps and moans and wails.So. The first one was a girl who lived on the other side of Birmingham who was more of just a sex thing than anything else. The second one was closer to home who I sometimes took out on dates and we acted in proper boyfriend/girlfriend manner.One day Mrs Hood ( changed for obvious reasons ) was in her front garden and beckoned me over as I was passing. Mrs Hood was maybe late fifties, widowed and with a full figure. She was known as the local busybody and she only mixed with the neigbours to find.