. I woke up to the wonderful feeling of fingertips trailing through my hair. Donna was sitting, holding my head in her lap. "Can I ask you something?"...she asked in a soft, perfectly modulated voice. "You don't have to answer if you don't want to." "Sure," I replied, not feeling nearly as confident as I sounded. "Do you have a lot of sexual experience?" "Not like some guys," I equivocated. "I had a girlfriend in High School and although we never had actual intercourse, we did a lot of other. All the memories of my wild youth - the drugs, the threesomes the orgies - none of those memories could stir an erection. Watching porn couldn't do it. But then I met her and suddenly, I'm shooting loads all over myself, the shower, the couch, my bed...you get the picture.Friday night, the art opening was packed. The art work was very excellent and priced in the mid six-figures. And all the art was of Jessie naked and in various poses. Her breasts were large and round, her nipples small and. I was even more obsessed with her and her knickers now. I desperately wanted to find out about her sex life now that she wasn't doing it with me. I don't know what drove me on to torture myself with finding out exactly what she was doing. But I'd search her room on a Sunday looking for evidence from the night before - perhaps a condom, or cum stains in her knickers after she'd walked home - the cream perhaps still dribbling out of her. Then I noticed the word "safe" written at regular monthly. She found an empty chair and sat down. The dealer asked her if she wanted in this round, and Kathy told him she was waiting for someone and would only watch til he arrived. The dealer looked dismayed that he couldn’t get this beautiful woman to play cards right away, but he went back to his work quickly, dealing cards to the other players. A waitress came up to Kathy and she ordered a drink, an iced tea with lemon. A few minutes later, her drink arrived and she sipped it slowly. Kathy was so.