He leaned in yet again.“You look very good.” His voice got deeper and clearer.I smiled.I leaned forward and reached out for my drink. My left hand...behind me, moved even further up his leg, almost touching his crotch. I sensed him move slightly, unsure of what to do. I sat back and downed the rest of my drink and put the glass down on the sofa next to me.Turning my face back to him, I leaned in and pressed my lips against his ear.“Do you think my tits look good?”There was no immediate reply. He. My sex life wasn’t the greatest thing. My husband and I had sex every day, except, he’s only interested in himself. We have a very vanilla sex life. I've always wanted to experiment with sex, however, my husband doesn’t know how to please a woman. I have faked all my orgasms over the years. I was tired of him just giving me a few kisses, holding my breasts, tasting my pussy for like a minute, and for the finale putting his cock into me for about five pumps. He’d cum just like that. I was just. "It was Bobby, wasn't it?"Meg covered her face with her hands and cried.Jimmy felt heat build in his chest, that threatened to burst out. "Did he force you?" he asked heavily.Meg's hands flew away from her face, shock showing there. "Oh no!" she said. "I was just giving him a bath. We didn't know how smart he was then, and we thought he was simple minded. And while I washed him ... things got kind of complicated," she ended."But he didn't force you?" he asked again, the heat fading slowly."No". He had such a thick clump of pubic hair that his penis was barely visible at times. He had a secret crush on several of the boys who teased him and stole quick glimpses at their cock while in the shower. He enjoyed how they wriggled around like white snakes. He wanted to be their sex slave. As he confessed these thoughts to me I saw an erection swell in his pants. Even when erect his cock was barely five inches in length and skinny as an index finger. All these thoughts raced wildly in my mind.