”Ingrid said, “Not the same feeling. That’s why I don’t use a lubricant either.”My wife said, “Just go get them! I’ve had your shit on m... hands before. Remember I used to change your diapers.”Ingrid said, “But that was years ago.”My wife said, “Ingrid, you’re an Anal Whore! You should ask your father to take you to the Adult Sex Shop later and get you a few butt plugs. A girl like you needs something in there constantly.”Ingrid asked, “How would you know?”My wife laughed and said, “Do you. ..........Our third was dinner date date at a nice resturant and quiet drinks in a small bar where we talked. We asked all kind of questions and talked extensivly about each other. Andrea had told me she was well off finacialy, some internet thing, we taked sex aswell, I told her I was Bi, by the third date I tell my partners about this, she was ok with it and said she was as well, we started to click and were really feeling a conection, but as the night drew to a close she stood out side. She took my cock in her hand and started to gently rub it and gave me a friendly peck on the lips. “Do you like it?” “I like it a lot.” I said, my hand tracing along the side of her body, stopping for a little squeeze where the squeezing was good. “Do you want me to stop?” “No,” I said. “Make me cum. I’m about ready to explode here.” “Don’t worry about that honey,” she said, giving my cock an almost unpleasantly hard squeeze. “I’ll make you cum, but not until I say. Lie on your back.” I did as. She should not be thinking of a teenager in this way, and she certainly shouldn’t be masturbating looking at a picture of one wearing a strapon. Jane wiped herself, washed her hands and got into the bathtub, promising herself that she would delete the photos when she got out, and block Amanda’s number and email address for good measure.Jane spent a long time in the bath, and was starting to fall asleep when James knocked on the door and asked if she was alright. Jane said that she was just.