”She grinned. “As opposed to hoarding it for myself? I’d feel too guilty.”“And they can smell it on your breath,” I tossed over my shoulde....I walked into Buddy’s room.“Hey, Mimi,” he said, this time with a bit more life.“Hey yourself. You hungry? I brought boudin. Link or ball?”“Anything.”“Let me crank your bed up a bit. Can you stand that?”“The change in pressure would be welcome,” he said. “As is the boudin.” He managed a brighter smile. “And you.”“Me? This is payback.”“All I did was give a. And 20 years my junior. So I pressed on...”judging by what he said, sounds like he’s been very short on female attention, and could probably use a little help.” My wife blushed again...any doubt she had about where this conversation was going just ended. Her cautious and self-conscious side was screaming ‘no’...but her horniness and the alcohol was blocking that out. She said, “I couldn’t do what you’re thinking with him”...as a rather feeble protest. I said she could, and that she had my. Shelly waxed me every week and Icould see my legs were no longer chiseled runners legs but they weresoftening to nice shapely, feminine legs. My hair was almost shoulderlength by now. I don't think there was much fight left in me. The videoswould flash words like "slut" and "whore" across the screen and thoughtsbegan to fill my mind about what the women were like in the videos. The menwere always big and strong but it always seemed the women got more pleasureseeing their men satisfied. One. The only accepted way to circumvent this taboo was to spend the night together and get properly acquainted in the morning. There was only one problem. I couldn’t possibly spend the night with this girl, no matter how much I would have loved to. Not as long as I technically still had a girlfriend. Half an hour ago, I had all but decided to give up the search for Amanda, but now I was once again determined to find her. Although the goal was the same, my motives had changed drastically since I met.