Some women become sexualized and follow the pattern for the rest of their life. That is Carol. She has serious needs. I was happy to fulfill them, but...after the first year I noticed some changes. Like unexplained absences. And guys giving me funny looks at social functions. Or worse, laughing. Carol denied everything. Now it gets weird for me. I started to follow her. She was fucking guys from work, from church and any other men that attracted her. I snuck around and watched when I could.. "I thought we could give each other a make over, get nice and dressed up all sexy and head out tonight, about 11, 12ish, when guys are all wearing their beer-goggles, and see if we can pass for girls, what do you think?"Reluctantly I agreed. I wasn't keen on going out dressed, I was sure that I would be in no way passable and it would need to be someone so drunk they could barely walk to think I was a woman. But as Sandra was so nicely letting me play with her for the day, it felt rude to. I pushed his head towards my boobs and he got the message, he brought his hands to my left boob and started pressing it over the blouse. Meanwhile, his right hand was still fiddling with my thighs.This mechanic guy was six foot tall and his big palm was still not able to grab my entire boob. His other hand was very close to my pussy lips. We were breathing heavily now and rubbing against each other.Then I started unbuckling his jeans and in a minute, his pants were down. I was very wet and. Narrow-minded doesn't even come close. Their weird little church group takes the prize for being the exact opposite of the happy-clapper freaks we seem to grow by the bushel hereabouts. Thou shalt not do this, that or the other. Their lives are a rigid continuation of boring rituals at their dank chapel. Joyless days year in year out, since loose talk invites visits by Satan, alcohol is evil incarnate, newspapers, books, radio and television are lewd and lead to sin, no dancing whatsoever. The.