She was miserable because it had been six months since she had any kind of sex, unless you count her nightly encounters with a vibrator. Her husband, ...hilip, was the prototypical salesman, gone 90% of the time, who knows where. Even when he was home he paid little attention to her. God, she thought, what I’d give for a nice big cock to play with. That started her giggling as women like Cindy weren’t allowed to be bad. Just once, she thought, I’d like to be really, really bad.It was eight P.M.. Just like her own, it went through the skin covering the clitoris. The actual clitoris piercing went through the shaft of the clitoris itself and could be done horizontally if the clitoris protruded enough to carry a ring. There was a piercing called an Isabella, which went vertically up from inside the vagina, through the shaft of the clitoris, and out at the top. There was a serious risk of damaging nerves, though, and losing sensation, so it might not be what she wanted Ann to have.“I’m. She had confided in me that her breasts were very sensitive and my mouth was proving that fact, as I switched form one to the other and her breaths increased as she moaned deeper at each movement on her nipples. My hands went to her waist as I opened her jeans and slid a hand beneath her panties to glide over her smooth mound, dragging my finger sensuously over her bare pussy lips as she squirmed at my actions. I found her clit and just as we had discussed in all of our conversations, it was so. “My what?” Cindy questioned.“This.” Mike said, pointing to the nude model’s picture at the tiny bud at the top of the woman’s pussy.“Oh that, mommy calls it ‘the little man in the boat’.”Then Cindy bent over, reached down with the fore finger of each hand and spread her pussy lips wide and sure enough there it was a pink little nob of flesh, all wet and glistening. It reminded me of the tip of Alice Garvey’s tongue as it peeked between her lips when she concentrated on math problems at.