She likedbeing independent; she enjoyed coming and going as she pleased,whenever she liked, to do whatever she wanted without having to answerto anyon.... Now that she'd met Charisma, though, that was all changing.She found herself not only alone but lonely. Her apartment, her job,her sculpting, her travels, her nights out with the girls, even heroccasional romantic trysts with guys (or girls)--none of these things,none of these activities, none of these adventures satisfied her. Shealways felt. She drank more champagne and smiled at her husband. She wasn’t sure about his proposal. She had never been with another man nor a woman. She hoped her husband wouldn’t want her to eat pussy. She was straight and didn’t think she could go down on a woman.“What’s wrong? You look a bit queasy. Don’t worry; if you don’t want to eat pussy it’s fine. She’ll eat yours until you scream for her to stop. Oh, baby, this will be so fucking hot!”“Okay. Not sure I want to eat pussy though!”“If you did eat. . I... well I like her." He stammered outChristine smiled before asking another question. "Is she beautiful?”“What?” Dave replied unnerved“Is she beautiful? I don’t wanna scare you all I want is to chat. So come on, feel free to chat to me.” She said managing to make him comfortable.Before answering Dave had to think for a second because he had never really opened up to his mum before about these sorts of things and now she was talking to him, about a teacher to do with those sorts of things.. Dress ... maybe it's shirt and tie ... or maybe it's mechanics overhauls ... regardless ... you're one of the faceless millions preparing for the daily grind."Come get it before I slop it to the hogs!" comes the cry from the kitchen. The thundering herd is heard on the stairs or the hall. There is always the, "She did it." "Did not." "Did too." "Shut up and eat, you'll miss the bus." "More coffee, Dear?" "I wanted that last slice!" "You got it yesterday!" "Did not!" "MOM!!" "Shut up before I.