He turned over. "What's going on?"Patty feigned surprise. "Oh, I'm sorry!" she said breathlessly. "Oh...this is so embarrassing..." Um..."Patty recall...d the rest of her conversation with her friend Lorna."I'm so horny!" Lorna exclaimed. "The pregnancy hormones...my nipples are so sensitive, and even walking makes my...y'know...rub together down there."Patty recited Lorna's words exactly. Then she moved her hand to Ben's chest, and then downward. "Maaaybe you could..." she began.Suddenly, Ben. I got home after doing what I did, and as I walked past the chair she was sitting on, she grabbed my closest hand to stop me. She asked me where I thought I was going. When I told her I was going to shower, as usual, she replied, “No you’re fucking not!”I was shocked, as much by the words as the tone of voice, and asked what she meant. “What do I mean, you stupid fucking bitch? I mean that you are not going into the fucking shower just yet; I’ve got other plans for you. You can go into the. It's a shame you grew up that way, especially considering the fact that women are entitled to sexual pleasure."Up to now, our conversation had been held straight ahead. We hadn't looked at each other. ButWith my last statement, she turned to look at me."What do you mean?" I call it my Theory of Women. Women are born with 2 pleasure centers, men only have one.A woman can achieve orgasm either through stimulation of the clitoris or the G-spot. Here's thekicker, neither is necessary for. Through my boxers, she gripped my hard cock softly stroking it. I bit down on her nipple, then abandoned her breasts and tugged her pants off her body, relishing in the fact that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I removed her hand from my cock and pulled my boxers down. I slotted my cock at her entrance, but she stopped me. “No, no, don’t. I can’t cheat on my husb-” Her objection died on her lips as the washing machine went into its spin cycle, cutting her off and sending her bouncing up and.