“Yes, then they dump me,” she said.“And you want?” he asked.“To cum of course,” she replied, “Its not fair!”“Do you want someone to ...ove you, care for you, cherish you?” he asked.“No, I just need to cum.” she admitted.“You ever thought of being a whore?” he asked.“No, of course not!” she snapped.“All the cock you can handle and get paid for it?” he suggested.“No!” she insisted.“Join a pervert club and do it for free then,” he suggested.“What?” she exclaimed.“Join a private club and get all the. Now what was I going to do."I swear I'll do it!" I threatened again."No you won't. That wouldn't be good for little Ian," he grinned smuglyas he wiggled his hardening cock in his hands.God, he really knew how to press my buttons. I just couldn't stand neverseeing that COCK again. In spite of myself, my thoughts were alreadyturning back to sex. I wondered how it would feel to have an orgasm as agirl. Wouldn't that be the most mind-blowing wonderful thing ever. As Ithought about my hot coed body,. ”“But...”“Reese, I love you, still ... and maybe more than I ever did. I think if we’d stayed married we’d be in about the same place you find yourself in now. You grew up brainwashed that sex could only be between a man and a woman, and that too much of it was bad. Guess what? Those are bad rules to live by.”“OK, Mr. Smarty Pants, what is a good rule to live by?”“How about consenting adults can do whatever they want to do about sex?”“But that’d allow ... all sorts of behavior.”“Exactly. A lot. With one finger slipping under the tiny piece of material totouch her pussy, she moaned in response so I probed deeper into both ofher yielding orifices with my tongue and my invading finger. Her body stiffened as my finger-tip entered her; so breaking off thekiss, I spun her around and with my finger still inside her I marchedher over to the back of the sofa. "Bend over bitch," I snapped, my cock straining in my pants.She bent over the sofa as I gently tapped her legs apart with my feetand.