I apologize if this ends up being all over the place but for those who are interesting in knowing here is my attempt at explaining. First and foremost...am I here to entertain people or entertain myself? I don't know. As Dr. Gonzo would probably concur whether it was the chicken or the egg that came first the real question is whose the one responsible for sticking us in this coupe? That is the one that has the only real answer if not a great question. Sex and Sexuality: I guess this would be the. I couldn’t explain it and as much as I might think I should understand the change, the need, I didn’t really think it mattered. There was no place we had to be, no big event we had to prepare for, and no pressing demands on us. We were far, very far, from all of that. Our pressing issue before us was still unspoken, although I don’t think I was the only one who repeated it frequently to myself: What are we looking for? What do we want for ourselves? I smiled; I know I did, because the. I had a tough time holding on to her and doing what I was doing. She had a huge orgasm, and she was screaming when she came, emitting a tremendous amount of honey which I drank down.She lay quietly for a few minutes with her eyes closed. When she opened her eyes she smiled at me and said that I was a fast learner and that I had done it better than her husband. She then saw my cock which was still hard and said “let’s do something about him”. She started sucking and caressing my penis resulting. "Of course you would, you slut! But volunteer or not, if I want it, you'll do it," Sarah said with a chuckle.Betty didn't chuckle. "Yes, I will," she said seriously."Are you sure that everything is OK?" Sarah asked."Um," Betty started."You are not going to begin hiding things from me, are you?" Sarah demanded. "Tell me what's wrong!" Please, Sarah, tell me to do something," uttered Betty quietly."What?" Sarah asked, confused."I miss you," Betty blurted out. "I miss having you telling me what to.