" i say as i pull down my pants he does so and i sit on the toilet and start to piss. i felt so much better. once i finshed i wiped, flushed and washe... my hands, took another gulp of absinth and before i knew i slipped on a wet towl and landed in front of a standing Nate. He suddenly froze. "oh god, what happened" he said"I splipped and fell. I looked up and saw Nates boxers tenting. and my pussy began to get wet. drinking more absenthe and moved to my knees, and slowly usedmy teeth to pull. "Sandra? I'm going to ask some questions, and I want you to answer them honestly with a 'yes' or 'no'. Understand?" Yes." She replied in drunken tone."Have you ever had sex?" No."So she was a virgin. "Do you have any sexual dreams?" Yes." I see. Sandra? Have you played with yourself?" Yes." Do you play with your breasts?" No." Nipples?" Yes." Libra?" Yes." Do you use a vibrator on your pussy?" Yes." Do you use your fingers in your pussy?" No."I nodded. Now that I knew what stimulated her, I had. Was it possible that she could forget Gregor? She knew it wasn't. She looked at the statue and whispered to herself, "Oh how I wish that I could be in your place Gregor and you in mine. You are such a lucky man and I am so trapped here. " She sat the statue down and lay by Juanita sobbing and holding her against her breasts. They deserved each other.The next few weeks went by quickly. Juanita and Gregor had left, of course. Always Juanita and Gregor, never Gregor and Juanita. Buck. I had dressed her demurely in a blue and grey skirt-blouse combination. Her smallish breasts pressed pleasingly against the silk blouse which had been unbuttoned just enough to show some cleavage. The pleated skirt was modest, its hem just above the knee. Below it she wore a pair of sheer, nude thigh-high stockings, and a pair of low slung blue pumps. She certainly didn't look the part of the wild, sex-addict. But we all have our secrets. I placed my hand on her nylon clad knee, and slowly ran.