Then she heard her friends sex life stories and how they got butterflies in their stomach and curled their feet when their bf used to sleep with them....Then she broke up with her bf one fine day. And then I bumped into her virtually in today’s socially connected world of Fb and Tinder. We never met but only chatted and gradually started sexting. She told she never sexted with her previous bf.Our sexting started with normal what are you wearing stuff then went on to talks about fingering, pussy. Ninety eight percent? How in the hell was that even possible? Then the next question, did I really want to have that much control. I remember Sheila telling me about the different stages. I wasn't really expecting something as radical as this.Thinking harder, I was trying to remember exactly what it was that she had said. The third mass would be able to keep me at maximum health. Then there were what another four to six more? The first batch would have me at optimum health and speed among other. Ron was forcing all of his cock in places no cock had ever touched before, and I was going berserk on his lap, fucking him like a crazy woman. I heard Ken saying something, but I didn't give a shit what he was saying as long as Ron kept fucking me. I was coming down from my latest orgasm when I felt someone trying to pull me off Ron's lap, and that's when I heard "He don't have a condom on, you got to stop before he cums inside you. Susan you have to stop NOW." I heard someone saying to fuck. Whilst cooking, watching TV, even whilst cleaning. I even let all the blinds open in the house just for the chance of someone catching a glimpse. Hearing that the postman had just put some mail in the letter box I reached for my slip dress to put on. Then a cheeky thought entered my head. It’s during the day, most of the neighbours are at work, and maybe I could make a quick jolt to the letter box and back. Feeling daring, I made the effort and brushed my hair, put some high heels on and red.