It's at the bottom of my stomach. It's a small, dull throb that just won't go away. My breasts are sensitive, my clothes always feel too tight. I w...nt to touch myself, caress my nipples, slide my fingertips down, massage and soothe....I'm always wet.At night, I slide the ballgag into my mouth. I moan. I beg as I cup myself. Begging for the orgasm, that few moments of pleasure, denied to me. This hurts, it hurts, it hurts, it aches....I even called him going straight to voicemail each. You will not listen to me when we talkabout it. You cannot bring up something and then get mad at hearingwhat I have to say about the topic. It is simple. You don't like what Ihave to say about Sheila then don't bring her up.I don't bring her up with her being your friend and me not having ahigh opinion of her. I do not want my feelings and interactions withher to affect your friendship with her."Rosie did not like that her husband told her she was not listening; forshe believed it was the. Her mother had greeted him at the door with a warm kiss, but after that, they chatted like friends, with no hand-holding or other displays of affection. They seemed to welcome Sharon in their conversation, and she stayed with them for about a half- hour, then excused herself and went to her room.Mary and Adam found many things to talk about, and they were still talking long after midnight when Mary was sure her daughter was soundly asleep. She didn't want to take chances, though, so she took. ”“You’re joking!”“No, I’m dead serious. If I didn’t warn you and get you used to seeing a tit or two, you’d probably cum right in your pants before you even walk up the gangplank.”I didn’t know how to respond to this news. I sat there, open-mouthed, ogling her free-swinging, two-toned knockers, and trying to adjust my swelling down below.“I’d better fill you in about the extravaganza tonight. It’s our signature event which we call our Steamy Passages night. The captain explained all the rules.