"I was serious about the ass comment." "I thought you were a boob guy," I said as I gained my composure. "I was talking about the other guys," he said... "Uh-huh," I nodded. "I will see you there." The phone hung up as Jeremy hung up on his side. The scene returned to the television. I paused it. I had caught Jeremy looking at my ass a couple of times. Especially when he helped me move most of my stuff into my house. He had even said I had a whootie, which he had to explain to me. "You know. It would, indeed, be very useful if we could register this impression as an exact sign of the effect that the caning has also impressed on the mind of the young woman who has just presented her bottom for this punishment.My experience, however, has convinced me that we cannot do so. The marks produced by the same cane wielded in an identical manner vary very greatly, not only as a result of the postures of the bottoms being caned but also, I have been forced to realize, as a result of. I said good night to my parents as we all retired to bed.Once in my room. I pulled out my favorite dildo and my cell phone. With my pussy already wet from teasing Stan, I lay on my bed and dialed his number. My parents exchanged numbers with them in case either of us had an emergency. Well I have one and it’s between my legs.“Hello Stan, did I wake you?”“No Trish, I’m awake.”“What are you doing, Stan?”“Thinking about you and how wrong that was tonight.”“Well Stan, I’m thinking of you and. That is, after all, part of the marital vows, no? I guess there are anomalies out there. Anyway, I decided enough is enough and time for me to get some on my schedule and I called up these two ladies and explained my thought process.The thought process was something like this. I love my wife more than life itself, but frankly I have a much higher sex drive than she does and I need to be enjoying some action more often than I am. I have heard tell that you ladies are also in that position, and I.