She loved to ?mind fuck? them tillthey were nothing. Well, I thought, this ain?t goingto take you long with me. She began to push and stretch my pussy...painfully,until I could take her whole hand, I had no idea why she was doing it, I just could not wait for her to stop. It was then as shepulled out her mobile she explained it to me fully. Prisoners can?t carryphones or money, so they have little bitch handbags, who carry round theirstuff for them. That is why she needed to stretch my pussy.. Nick seemed to understand her concern. “I’m not Clive, Em. You are an incredibly beautiful woman and you should show it off as much as you want to. I’m not comfortable with putting the flight crew in a position where they have to work around people having sex on the plane, but if they’re unhappy about being around as much skin as you’d see on the beaches of Europe, that’s on them.”Emily smiled, buttoned up her shirt, and pulled on her yoga pants. “Joe will be okay?”“If he’s not okay around. It wobbled, then it was a no show.My period missed, not one month but the next and by the third I knew, puberty in reverse, part of me gone, eggless, post-menopausal. I fretted and checked there were no sprouting lip hairs in the mirror and worried.Am I still a woman?Compounding my doubts, was hubby's declining libido, from twice a week to once or less, his saddle lacking its firm horn. Uninterested in foreplay, it switched from booty to duty call. He surreptitiously viewed porn to prep himself. Before I could reply he pushed his way in, shutting the door behind him. I think it was in time to prevent the neighbors from seeing, but perhaps not. The boy walked around my small apartment as if he owned it. He was wearing a brown leather bomber jacket, some of the tightest, most worn jeans I think I had ever seen, and motorcycle boots. It was clear from the log-shape showing in his crotch that he was my superior, though he was years younger. He was about six foot tall, lean in build,.