Reaching over to the nightstand, I grabbed some coconut lube, smearing it over my asshole. Gradually I worked in a finger, pumping it in and out. I ev...ntually got three fingers fucking my ass easily. Reaching for my butt plug, I lubed it up and slid it in, pushing the button to send vibrations through me. With the butt plug in place I slipped my butterfly on. While this toy is always nice to wear beneath underwear during the day, I find it helpful in keeping my hands free for other enjoyments.. There stood a beautiful woman. “Who are you?” She knelt down facing me. “Well Alexandra I have been sent by your husband he says you grow bored in your home. The children grown and your mind filled with boredom. Your sex life is still fulfilling I hear. But he worries about you.” “Ha and my husband has sent a woman to come help me. And my dear how do you propose to do that?” As soon as I asked the question she knelt between my legs. Her soft hands running up my shirt. Her soft plump lips. Some want an athletic, muscle-bound brother who probably looks like he played for the Lakers, and some want an older dude who acts like a pimp and has been around the lifestyle long enough to have his own Social Security number tattooed on a slut’s ass. I’ll be quick to disapprove a lot of these myths when I say that I don’t fit into any of this stereotyped nonsense. I don’t wear doo-rags and I don’t slouch when I walk, and my English comes from watching too many Woody Allen movies and Bruce. I wasn’t a problem c***d; I guess I was just unlucky when it came to who were my parents. Don't get me wrong I love them and I'm grateful, but I just wasn't dealt the best hand.Thinking back I never got many, if any, hugs from my parents. Oh sure they fed me, told me when to go to bed, and that they loved me but it always felt so hollow. I was always pretty much on my own. At that young age, I didn’t know any better or understand what a normal, real family was like except for what I saw on.