I tried, but YOU rejected everything, so DON’T BLAME ME! You gave complete strangers what you would never give me. Yesterday you accused me of givin... up on you and called me a slut. It seems to me, it is you who gave up on me, and for the other, welcome to the club. I hope it’s what you were looking for.When you married me, I thought I was the luckiest guy in the world with the most extraordinary wife in the world. I don’t feel so lucky anymore.\You do what you feel you must do, and I will do. I tried unsuccessfully to reach it with my mouth and onceagain had to use my fingers and a glass to relieve the pressure and toconsume the cum.The holiday continued in a similar routine. I would have to deal with anerection every morning and evening. I wore a dress or a skirt and topevery day, always with bra, knickers, suspenders and stockings. I helpedmy Aunt with household duties. We would go shopping sometimes. I had myhair trimmed and styled a couple of times. I became confident. And I was glad for him. "Another one. A third one, Bobby!" I tried, but I couldn't. "Lick your fingers, Bobby. That'll make it easier." I stopped for a second. Fuck it, I thought. I licked my fingers. I sucked them. They didn't taste bad. I turned Mike's body and started, then, to lick his ass. The taste was not bad. "Oh, Bobby, that's a good surprise! Thanks! Yeah!! Do it, babe!" When his ass was full of saliva, I inserted my three fingers on it. Mike moaned again. My cock, I realized, was. After some awkwardness, she told her mother she had learned about masturbation at sex ed class and from friends. She told her daughter that it was OK to masturbate, but to be careful not to actually penetrate her vagina or there would be pain. She told her mother that it was too late, she had already done that. Her mother smiled and offered to buy her another dildo for her own. She had gone shopping that afternoon for dildos with her mom in tow. At first embarrassed, her mother finally got into.