One family we were friends with had two c***dren the boy Tony was 11 when we first met his sister Lorna 8, Tony was a keen photographer and his photos...often graced the club magazine he was also a talented artist at a young age.Now Tony as he grew had a crush on Anne no idea why, he would often be seen following her around by the time he was fifteen his camera was often pointed her way. Tony's parents were often guests at our straight parties and he and Lorna often tagged along, on one occasion. " Besides, it's not exactly fair to criticize me ... or other men, for that matter, for not knowing what women really want or need when the women don't understand it themselves. And ... how do you know she ISNT working her way out of it?" Sandi had no response, I thought because she realized that was true. But that wasn't the case."No, Jake ... what women want is to feel safe and protected and cherished."Now it was my turn to be silent while I reorganized my thoughts. I was used to her, and I. After their 11th child, an Alabama couple decided that was enough, as they could not afford a larger bed.So the husband went to his veterinarian and told him that he and his cousin didn't want to have any more kids.The doctor told him that there was a procedure called a vasectomy that could fix the problem but that it was expensive.'A less costly alternative, ' said the doctor, 'is to go home, get a cherry bomb, (fireworks are legal in Alabama) light it, put it in a beer can(COORS), then hold. There I was lip locking with a homeless man who so dirty and smelly. I wondered what my husband was thinking but I was to turned on to stop, my underwear were instantly drenched. I could hear the other man laughing and then I felt his hands around my waist. He then lifted my skirt up and saw I wasn't wearing any underwear and he started to rub my soaked pussy. I finally got a break from kissing and looked back to see my boyfriend jerking his small cock for this. So I told the homeless men to.