Sometimes I wonder if I am just being selfish. A successful marriage isn't just about what happens between the sheets. Yet the thought of never again ...aving a blow job or never making passionate love to a woman again creeps into my head and taints my soul.I went to a yellow pages web site on the computer. I located the search criteria box and clicked inside of it. I typed in Nikki's full name... Nicole Lynn Jenkins. I pressed enter and several Nichole Lynn Jenkins came up on the screen.I. Less degraded. To feel like a free woman again, if only for a moment. Of not having to worry every time I dropped keys or cell phone, bending over with bare ass exposed. Or sitting on a barstool and forgetting-sometimes too late-to cross my spread legs. You take your panties for granted, until they're taken away.I'd been shaved earlier that morning, his double-edged Gillette gliding clinically over my lathered vulva. No fancy creams or feminine lotions, just a coarse badger shave brush and a. “Ok.” My mom chuckled a little. “ I just figure that, for one thing, you’ve never had one, so you should probably try it. Two, it’ll be cleaner and therefore easier for us to do when other people are home. And three, I actually enjoy doing that more than hand jobs.” I wasn’t really listening, and honestly I didn’t care about the logic or reasons behind her decision to move up to blow jobs. Don’t get me wrong, I was appreciative of all the hand jobs I’d received over the last 24hrs, they were. "Are you kidding? You do remember that first night here, don't you?" I reminded her, astonished that she could entertain any answer but the right one."I remember it, but I'm sure not the way you do. You really believed us, didn't you? That Michael's 'Stephan' had completely owned me - well, owned my body, at least. I regretted it for a long time after that night. I was just so angry at you for a while that I couldn't admit it. My God, thinking back, it was a savage assault on your male ego. But.