By the sound of his voice, she wondered if it might even be powerful enough to shoot across the room."Please Nikki, let go of my cock. Oh please Nikki... stop pumping it so hard. Slow down!"Katherine worried about giving him to a virgin, but it was not Jonathan that she worried about. She worried Nikki might feel sympathy for him. The inexperienced, timid young girl might slow down her strokes. Or maybe she might stop squeezing after he started to beg."Oh my cock! You don't know what you're doing. That way we partly make ourselves." I say it's a good theory.Toni says, "So we women have hair on our legs, but only a small amount, not like men. And that means we're supposed to shave our legs, but men aren't supposed to shave theirs. But with pubic hair it's different. Ours conceals us, and it's a perfect triangle anyhow, and that means we're supposed to keep it. But yours..." - she gestures toward my pelvis - "... yours doesn't hide a thing, especially the hair on your penis and scrotum. So. Unfounded rumors and gossip is all that it was.On the way home from the beauty parlor I tried to think of when Steve could cheat on me - if he was - and I was pretty sure that I could account for all of his time. There were only three times during the week that he wasn't with me and I knew where he was at those times. He bowled in a men's house league on Mondays and Thursdays and he had a lodge meeting on Wednesdays. I was not home alone on those nights. Monday I taught a class in pottery. Our personalities didn't seem to mesh. All I can say is that love is strange and opposites attract. There was also the fact that the sex was good. Anyway eventually I found out about her and was devastated. I wanted her out of my life for good. But it wasn't to be.I couldn't divorce her for business reasons. So I started a relationship with Annalise, the sweetest, kindest woman I'd ever met. I was also conflicted because it seemed like I was cheating too, but I've never claimed to be a paragon.