My ideas usually come not at my desk writing but in the midst of living.When you make a world tolerable for yourself, you make a world tolerable for o...hers.And the day came when the risk to remain tight in a bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.I, with a deeper instinct, choose a man who compels my strength, who makes enormous demands on me, who does not doubt my courage or my toughness, who does not believe me naive or innocent, who has the courage to treat me like a. I am not trying to boast. I was very lucky. At age 22 I got a job in a city in the (English) Midlands working as a computer programmer for a large Mail Order company. I rented a small house near the centre of the city. It was at the end of a block of four and next to another block of four, separated by a pathway running through to the back yards. I moved in during the summer and met my neighbours. There was a young married couple immediately next door. The girl was ginger haired with freckles,. She is a goddess and she is treating me to the best treatment I could ever receive from a hospital nurse as fine as her. She begins to talk dirty as she rides me like a horse, most of it is whispers because she can’t be too loud yet someone hears her. She wants to scream out the words “yes…yes… o fuu… yes...” She continues her hard long strides across my dick, her pussy lips spread around the long shaft. Her pussy juices let her tight cunt slide easily. I moan in my own pleaser, what I would. Tee-hee. You’ve REALLY got to STOP that!’ ‘Wendy? Wendy WHO?’ ‘Wendy Warmcox–Mmmmm! You know, the wife of the arms dealer W, the guy I confiscated the guns from. Yes, THAT Wendy—Ohhhh, Wendy! Mmmmm!’ ‘So, what is this Wendy person doing, that’s got you giggling and moaning so much?’ ‘Well, she was gently kissing in a big circle all the way around my bare breast. But right now, she’s–STOP THAT, Wendy! (giggle)–she’s nibbling on my–ha, ha!–NIPPLE! And she’s getting it–hee-hee-hee,.