" Her sister wrapped a comforting arm around her shoulder. "Can I let you in on a secret?" "Sure." "When I was going through the very same crap, I act...ally considered divorcing John. That was how sexually frustrated I became. Lucky for him, my friend, Jayne Gracey, came to the rescue." Shirley frowned. "What do you mean?" "Jayne provided what John no longer wanted to," Geraldine answered. "She wasn't repulsed by my huge belly and swollen tits. Quite the opposite, in fact. Jayne made me feel. "When he quietly observed "You'd love to beg for my cock, wouldn't you?" I automatically knelt . . . looking up at him and the words automatically gushed forth from my mouth "Please! Please, I want your cock. Please let me have it!" and as I continued to beg, he slowly removed his trousers before saying "The taste of my cock is what you've waited for all day, don't you agree?" And in a flash I realized, that's what I'd been craving all day. I was confused . . . I tried my best each time to. Underwear.As Deepak leaves early for work, I prepare his breakfast and lunch and am free for the rest of the day. We have rented a two bedroom apartment and stay away from my in-laws.I look out of the balcony for major part of the day because I like the park. And I see some regular couples holding hands and talking.And Kailash Ji lives in our same block two floors above. He is 45 years and is married to Kanak.One day, he rang the bell while I was taking a shower. I hurriedly wiped my body and. It takes the fourth or fifth lady to gently explore my "boy pussy" a little way, with her spittle-moistened finger. I know I am supposed to be totally submissive, but I find it impossible not to press back on her finger to encourage a more detailed examination. She does not push further in, nor does she withdraw. I want to squirm to encourage further penetration, but I recall Jo's advice, and my desire for this to be the first of many such parties, and so reluctantly remain in neutral..