Many a man has said they are like a flashing neon sign, which reads "ready, willing and wet, come fuck me."Your cunt, while temporarily undergoing a d...y spell, no pun intended, has seen more than its share of action and variety over the years and you have learned a few tricks that would even make a water front whore blush.Certainly no man fortunate enough to get your ankles up around his ears could say to his drunken buddies, "she was a dog, boys, but I put a flag over her face and did my duty. Oh, well. We’ll see.”Bridget gave a heavy sigh and started to get dressed.“What about you? Married? Got a lover?” she asked.“No. No, I’m unattached at the moment,” I said. “Went through a divorce a few years ago.”I sat on the bed, feeling tired as I tried to take in all this.“Interestin’. So, do you come here every year for the trade show?” Bridget asked.“Yeah,” I said, still in a daze.“Good. Maybe we can hook up again next year. Give me your card, if you have one.”I got up, and fished through. All around her women and men were engaged in various sex acts, some of a more normal bent, others totally bizarre. What got her attention was the fact that most of the participants seemed to be truly enjoying themselves. Could her parents, her church, and even she have been wrong all these years? The woman on the table cried out in what was obvious pleasure, her muscles twitching. After a few minutes she got off the table, trading places with the seated woman.When the woman stood Mary got a. “Mike isn’t going to find out because 1. I don’t really want to have that kind of conversation with my brother and 2. This isn’t the first time that I’ve walked in on someone masturbating.”“Oh, OK?” Chris replied with confusion. He was glad that Mike doesn’t know but he didn’t want to go into the last part with her that much.“However, that doesn’t mean that I’m just going to let this go.” Sarah replied with a smile on her face. “As far as I’m concerned, you owe me big time.”“I do?”“Yes. Now.