But ... like I said, it was the one thing we did share, the one thing that when either one of us was upset, hurt, that we would use in comforting one ...nother. After I told her about what had happened to me, after what Jerry had done, she came over of course to discuss it with me. And quite naturally, after what we'd done in the past, it seemed quite normal to do so again. Allow that intimate caring aspect we'd once shared together, to happen again. That's why she was sucking my breast Cindy, so. I'm a married woman, but throughout the five years of my marriage I have had to have sex with other women from time to time. I just couldn't keep my sanity without it. I remember when it happened. Don was at work and Ginger was over at my house. We'd been making love most of the morning. I had just met Ginger, a tall, lovely blonde, at the supermarket two weeks before this, and we were still at that stage when you just can't get enough of each other's bodies. I was sitting on the edge of the. This day wasspecial though, I wanted to shower and give my legs a fresh shave beforestarting work, so I popped out of bed and scurried into the bathroom. Asthe water warmed up, I found a new pink razor and some shaving gel to gowith my Cherry Blossom body wash.As I artfully shaved my legs, my mind was clouded with daydreams of Nate.What was I getting into? I've always dated girls and the more femininethey were, the better. Now I'm getting myself all femmed up for a Man,what the hell is wrong. She hadn’t gained any weight except for the baby and boobs, the rest of her body was still fit and tight. The “costume” I came up with was “Pregnant honeymoon dead girl,” but the costume wasn’t really what the whole thing was about. I wanted her hot body on display; the costume was just the feeble excuse. I started with a pair of panties and a see through negligee that split in the middle to expose her belly, but she went back on her deal and refused to only wear lingerie. There was a lot.