Her lips immediately descended on the hollow of my neck, kissing me softly. Her touches were feathery, designed to tease as much as stimulate. She pus...ed me back, and I felt the back of my knees collide with the bed. I fell back, and she moved with me, suspending herself over me and continuing to kiss downwards.I sighed, unable to believe that she was doing this. Not five hours before, Trish hadn't been very comfortable around me, but now ... she was making love to me. There was no other way to. I seem to be having an issue here.”We stopped and she snapped out of her chemical high.“What’s wrong?”“I just… It’s not working. I can’t.”“Oh… Hey, it’s okay. There is nothing wrong with that. Clearly, I mean I love my husband and he has the same issue. Talk to him, he may be able to help.”We chatted and he urged me to consider a sex therapist. I kept shaking my head and making excuses for how I had no time. He said the medication was an option, he was only unable to take it due to blood. She knew men wanted her, that was for sure."Are you thinking of someone right now?" the interviewer asked."Oh, yes," she answered rather breathlessly."Someone you've had sex with?" Mmm, not yet," she said with a grin toward the camera."But soon, you think?" Mmm, yes, soon, I've already got my plans made but this helps." It helps, how's that?" Oh, it just does, that's all."She now dipped her cupped hand down between her legs, sliding her two middle fingers inside curving them in and out over and. Now that might sound strange, bein’ Betsy’s a girl and all, but I done whooped all the other fellas around these parts and Betsy’s awful strong fer a girl and she’s whooped most of ‘em herself, so she gives me more of a challenge when we goes in fer wrasslin’ together, so that’s why I went lookin’ fer her. I knew Betsy’d be off in the woods someplace, making pets of them wild critters like she does, so that’s where I went lookin’ fer her. I done looked all over them woods but I couldn’t find.