Wow! I’ve been telling Barry that I love him and it’s always felt to me like I do. But is that just my selfishness in having what I want? Shouldn�...�t I get some pleasure just from making him happy? I spend all my time thinking about me. Am I capable of thinking about someone else? Does he deserve more than I can give him? Did I really get this way because my parents spoiled me? Did Barry make me selfish by allowing me to get my way? Is mom right? Is it really my responsibility no matter how I got. Days went by and no more questions. I suspected that something was up. The day before my birthday, she said she had a headache and didn’t want to have sex. She promised she would make it up to me tomorrow. I woke in the morning to rustling sheets. It was just at the edge of my consciousness, so I let it go and started dreaming again. As usual, it was a sexy dream, so my cock was growing. When the warmth around my cock persisted after my dream was over, I began to wake a bit more. I reached. " I said matter of factly."Once, last night when old leader take me. I was shaman at my old camp. Safe from males. I have choice, but camp not have anyone I like. I wait. I find you. I want you mate me. " she replied."Well your body is telling me you haven't been with a man in that way. How do you explain the barrier in you?" Him very very small. Him take back place. "she said with a giggle. "I feel you. You can reach all the way inside me. I want you take me."Well shit, I get all the luck.. I asked why she went to the bathroom? She said that seeing me had madeher so horny that she had to get off and couldn’t do it in the booth. I asked her why? She said that embarrassed that Bruce or someone else might see what she was doing. She also said that her panties were so wet that she put them in her purse and had nothing on under her skirt. I told her I wanted her to finger herself at the table as we talked. Bruce sat there in total amazement as he watched her slide her skirt up her.