After three months in this job as a helper, he dated me and while in a luxurious restaurant having dinner, he proposed, and my answer came quickly: �...yes.” No doubt this guy was a good man, not to mention his good financial position. I married Albert and everything was ok at the beginning. We apparently would succeed in our relationship, but the sexual stuff. We married and immediately I lacked or didn’t have a lot of gratification, fulfillment at sex; he either would feel asleep on top of me. The secret that her innermost place was there, waiting to be found and taken. She felt along her leg and began drawing the skirt upward, until she saw the thicket of dark hair. She stood with her legs apart and rubbed the center of her patch of fur, as it began to spread with her moistness. Her finger ran along the now-wet slit, slipped inside her. She imagined someone else doing this to her, feeling his way up her dress and spreading her legs apart, her lips apart, and then a rough cock. I had to apologize, sorry, I made the same promise to her that I made you. I never told her anything, I can't tell you either. Mom retorted "but I'm your mother" I walked behind mom and said yes you are, but I made her the exact same promise that I made you. I can't tell you what I did, but I can show you.Calissa spoke up, "he brought me here to prove that what he showed me was the truth, that he really did do those things with you" Mom gasped, she looked like she was ready to faint. I wrapped. With him sleeping soundly, I tried to amuse myself. First, I tried playing some games on the computer, but my body was still all aglow and I just couldn't drag my mind away from my throbbing pussy long enough to enjoy my game. My left hand just kept creeping back to my lonely little pussy. I opened a paperback and began to read, but somehow reading about other people's passions just intensified mine. I browsed the local paper, finding solace only in the “Companions Wanted” columns by imagining.