“Do you ever play with yourself?”Intrigued where she was going, I answered truthfully. “Yes, but not so much in the past few weeks. Do you?”Sh... turned back to the television. “Sometimes. Do you think ... I wondered ... Um.”When she didn’t continue, I asked, “Wondered what?” A moment later, I asked again, “Wondered what, Amelia?”“It’s embarrassing.”“Not between us, it isn’t. It can’t be.”She glanced at me and looked away. “Would you let me watch, sometime?”“Yes.”She turned her head quickly and. Eventually, she began fantasizing about sex with other men, often getting horny while watching attractive strangers walking down the street. When Doug was killed her life changed in more than just the matrimonial way. Having sex with another man while her husband watched or took part had become fulfillment in a way she could have never explained to anyone else.Her sister Martha had dated her husband Doug. She was the one who introduced them. She didn’t resent that Doug and Martha had sex. It was only a matter of a minute at the most when her pussy started doing all the lithe movements of squeezing, surging, shaking, trembling, shuddering and ejecting her gelatinous exude with every pulse like action of her labia making the lips go pouty and push out the liquid. Stella asked him, how she did and Jim so seriously said, “The best ever. You are so natural and up to it all”.With her ego stroked, she told her brother that she had no experience with men and did not know how to operate. "OK now, hit me over the leg, hard!"Poor Rosie, I'm sure she wasn't really sure she had heard that. Halfheartedly she swung the switch back and forth. "Here, give it to me! Now cunt!" I swished it through the air. It almost whistled! Now hit me hard, I don't want to send you to the hospital, so you hit me once, and then I'll know how to tune up that gorgeous ass of yours. Now do it!" As I forced it back into her hands I could see she was frightened, after a couple of tentative half swings, I.