I remembered our conversation in Hooters, now a year and a half ago, when he'd talked about dating.Which meant we'd probably have fun at the bachelor ...arty later that night. I wondered just how far it would go...I paused and looked at Sherri. "Have you ever worked a bachelor party?"She grimaced. "A couple. When I first started escorting. I don't like them and I won't do them anymore." Why not?"She sighed. "They get out of hand too easily. There's too many guys, and they're inevitably drunk. And. I didn't want her to stop. Between the guys & my Mom I was going wild with pleasure. It was fantastic. By the time we were done I was totally exhausted. Mom & I fell asleep with our men still in us. I could see by her smile she enjoyed having my husband in her. And I was glad that she was helpless to resist him. I was so proud of what my man did & does to her. I was also proud of what his Dad does to me. I know that I will always be in love with my Father-In-Law and will always enjoy what he. The anticipation alone can make me shiver as my body prepares itself for the pleasure to come.It is of course through these stories that I came across Jenny and her work.To be honest, it was Harry’s idea that I got in touch with her and offered my own story, persuading me it would be far more intense to see my own sex life in print than simply reading about other people’s lives and fantasies and acting them out.So far, he has been one hundred percent right; just telling my story to a stranger. It’s not cold in here and your nipples come to life every time you walk in my room.”Holy shit!“What do you want me to do about your problem though? I’m your nurse; I can’t really do anything to help you unless I want to lose my job.”“Well, isn’t your job to make your patient feel comfortable and help alleviate any pain they’re having?”“Yes, but this is kind of different.”“How so? If you help me, I’ll be more comfortable, and I’ll be pain free. It’s really starting to hurt here. And if you.