Sally moved over so I could sit in the booth next to her. Joan and I caught up with each other non work lives. I tried to make conversation with Carol... but we just were not communicating.Sally was listening intently as I tried to draw Carol out. When she saw that it wasn’t working, she asked me to move so she could use the restroom. Of course with more than one lady, there was a committee meeting and I was suddenly in the booth alone. At least the ladies asked me to watch their purses.When the. It took me a long time, a lot of practice (oh, the sacrifice!) and a lot of communication to be able to achieve the kind of light touch that delights my partner and sends her into orbit. But it's definitely worth it! (Note: you may need to remind your man to keep his mouth and tongue wet. Don't hesitate to give those kinds of reminders. It's much better that your man knows that than that you are uncomfortable.) You may want your man to use his hands to hold your pussy wider. You'll need to tell. But a couple of years down the line and the once sizzling love affair was as dead as yesterdays ashes.She longed to feel the hot fired edges of lust burn deep into her. She craved the gentle sensitive fingers from someone who might want to probe the depths of her longing. An emptiness echoed from far inside of her and she heard the muted pangs of crying emanate from her loneliness.As she lay in her bed, she found her own fingers tracing the burgeoning outline of her thick nipples. She ran in. He smiled and said: “Come let’s sit so that we can talk.”“Yes, sir,” was her response, attempting at calm. They sat and the incongruence of it wasn’t lost on her at all. It was part of the turn on for her. Here he was, in her own home, half her age, someone in school still; he was fully dressed. And she: 38 yrs old, was nearly naked, dressed in only panties and heels like a common slut.“Yes,” she thought, “Slut is the term, a very good one.”He broke into her thoughts and was smiling as though.