A group of four boys were walking along the pavement kicking a ball between them.She watched the boys but her attention was turned inwards. "Was this ...ow it started " She wondered. "No woman is born a spinster, they become one." Her breath misted the window as an unwanted feeling she recognised as insecurity made its presence known. "But surely not mothers pants."The boys turned off the pavement into the drive. The harsh ring of the front door kicked her back to the present. Her brothers' door. How can I have those thoughts. How can I cheat on my husband after all these years I have not been touched by any other. But how do I make people understand that I do want sex like all women. I have my needs too, that is I need a man some time especially that particular time. Damn it was difficult to put away those thoughts. I eased myself by masturbating and as a Muslim sought to prayers.Still they lingered in my mind. I have been fighting my urges. I have told myself to retrained from. Thank god for the power of fantasy.They didn’t give me time to get ready. They rushed over to me and tackled me to the ground. I experienced a moment of déjà vu before I was forced onto my hands and knees. I barely had time to figure out Lexi lay beneath me before she pulled my in for a passionate kiss. By the time our lips parted, her strapon was stuffed deep inside my pussy. Sexxi had taken advantage of my distracted state to slide her own “cock” into my ass. She now rocked back and forth,. Her smile was stretched from ear to ear and a deep red blush registered on her cheeks. The only time I remember her being this active was when she overdosed on sugar and cream – a result from her failed recipe that she swallowed with pride, literally. “So,” I spoke, not expecting her to hear me, “this is what you mean by ‘clothing store’?” She heard my remark and turned - a lingerie tucked in her hand. Now now, don’t be like that. I’ve always wanted to enter stores like this. “And what is it.