.. Ohhhhhhh…”And to Bird’s astonishment, she suddenly reached between her legs, yanked the crotch of her panties aside and shoved the vibrating...egg into her pussy, making a high-pitched squeal as she did so. Then she sat up, swiveled awkwardly on her knees and bent down again. But this time instead of getting back on all fours she began tearing frantically at Bird’s belt buckle…and then his zipper, her eyes wide and her mouth hanging open as she panted out loud. Bird was too stunned to even. The uppity ones he called them. He especially loathed them." And you married this asshole?" I asked her."I was a silly thing when young, and completely shallow. Like I said, I prefer women. It's how my girlfriend and I met, because I caught her gazing at me when we were just teens, and she had the same heat in it as I did. But with men, they had to be absolutely gorgeous to attract my attention. And only if they fit that criteria did I want them. Only then did they make me horny, you know? And. I want you to actually DO something about it!’ Anger… anger… a little bit of a snap wrapped around a desperate plea. Trying to keep patience… ‘What?! What do you want me to do???’ ‘You know.’ quietly. tiredly. ‘What? You want me to be all over you in public?’ voice rising, ‘you want to show everyone how you OWN me?’ ‘STOP YELLING AT ME!’ pleading look, tears well up… in return anger. ‘STOP TRYING TO CONTROL ME!’ Tears spill over again, ‘I’m NOT! Jesus Christ… FUCK!’ Yells… then quieter… ‘How. I didn't want her to move her foot. It felt soft and warm. She left it there for more than a moment and then said, "Oh Tommy, I'm sorry. I hope my feet aren't blocking your view." I assured her that I could see everything just fine. Then she smiled and said, "But dear, my feet sweat a lot, they always have. It must be terrible having to lay there and smell them so close to your face like that, isn't it?" I was busted now. Even at my young age I knew she was no dummy, so I decided to go for.