Or maybe you don't. Then again if you're reading this, you probably do, or wish you did.Well, mine wasn't quite typical, but all the essential ingredi...nts were there. I mean, boys are boys, and all that...more or less...maybe less than meets the eye...but I'm digressing. So it was a quirky little private high school in a famous desert resort town in the Southwest that will remain nameless. Let's call it Oasis Dunes, which is a kind of almost-oxymoron, isn't it?This school, Something Pretentious. As a result, while all my high school friends were experiencing sex, I limited myself to the occasional hand job. I went to college and met my husband. He was the first man I had sex with. I think I married him because he was the first man I fucked and I felt it was the right thing to do. Things got pretty vanilla fast and I found myself increasingly bored.My husband had a friend he did business with. This man was forty and I was 28. He was your typical salesman. He was outgoing, gregarious,. ‘Aren’t I always the one telling you how amazingly beautiful you are?’ ‘But neither of us can afford this dress,’ Tina said with disappointment in her voice. Randall realized that she wasn’t hiding because she didn’t want to look like that, but because she did want to look like that. ‘Tina, one day I’m going to buy this dress for you,’ Randall said with a firm resolve in his voice. ‘They’ll probably have sold it by then,’ Tina said, not wanting to talk Randall out of it, but trying to keep her. He grabs the body wash and towel and begins to wash my body. He softly scrubs my body. He begins to massage my breasts and shoulders and I lean my head back on his chest taking in the moment. His soft and sensitive touches help me escape from the troubles of the day and as I let the hot water run down my body it’s almost as if I’m rinsing off the cares of the world. We switch spots so he is now facing the shower head. I start to wash him off and I can’t help but notice how fine he is. His broad.