” She rubbed a finger around my anus and then poked it inside me. “Wow you are stretched out like a little whore.” She then started to finger fu...k me. After Chad’s cock, her finger felt loose inside me. As she was rubbing my prostrate I realized that despite my night of sex I had not cum myself. My cock was very hard and straining for release. My wife noticed this and asked if I had cum. I told her no. Her reply was, “If you want to cum, you will have to earn it.” She then asked if I was ready. How'd it go?" asked Van cautiously."Fine," she said lugubriously. "I did what you wanted, Van. I left a note telling Bobby I couldn't be his girlfriend any more." She then looked at him with a bit of the fire in her eyes that he'd been expecting."Did you bring the pictures?" she said, eyeing him closely for the first time."Sure baby," he said soothingly. He pulled the pictures from a pocket and handed them to her, face down. Julie took them and put them on her lap without turning them over. Van. " I'm not sure those are completely inconsistent. I like to be pretty, and obviously so do you. But I haven't exactly gone out of my way to get guys." (OK, well I had a couple of times, but let's not tell all to Dr. Wright.) "Trying to be a part time girl in a world of males has been a big problem for me." I told her about my prom night debacle."So your first sex experience was to be raped?" I nodded, and added "It won't be the last. Last night, I tried to sneak into my dorm in girls clothes. He wasn’t born on U.S. soil. However, it was the only home he knew for most of his life. Then, of course, his life went to hell. He remembered Natalie O’Shea, the tall blonde chick he met on his first day at the University of Massachusetts, Boston campus. She seemed so cool and so friendly. Still nursing the wounds of his high school sweetheart, Haitian princess Vanessa Jean-Claude dumping him for a white guy, Sebastien had been drawn to Natalie O’Shea. She was cute, and didn’t mind letting a.