Slowly, seductively, I lifted a glass of sparkling champagne to my lips, pulling just a trace of the thick, sweet liquid into my mouth and swallowing ...t. “Please Natty … the cooler’s right there at your feet.” I glared at him. He infuriated me. Then why did you marry him … twice? I scornfully asked myself. I watched as he stood and crossed the back of the boat to where I was sitting. “Baby, what’s wrong? Is your back acting up again?” I looked at him and then our mutual friend Chris before my. But she knew the instant that Mark had sunk his prick deep into her white hot sopping pussy, that she would never put a stop to it, he would always have free unfettered access to her charms.On Sunday morning after they had wakened, they began to make love. Mark had a morning wood, Cathy had a hold of it, she was gazing down into his eyes, long loving kisses were abound. But Cathy wanted it up her ass, she was an ass fucking lover, she and her husband did it regularly, she wanted Mark to fuck. NowI’ll start the images on the screen again. We shouldbe able to go through this once more before our timeis up.“You may attempt to disguise your reaction to thestimuli, but my training and knowledge of you willhelp me spot any responses. Within a few days, I hopethere will be negative responses to some of theimages, and by the end of the experiment, I hope allthe responses to every woman and every situation willbe negative.”They went through the aversion cycle one more. She really didn't like playing with boys because they thought they knew everything and never seemed to want to listen to a girl who had good ideas and better games to play.In Sandy's opinion boys were not a lot of fun to play with. But today the girls were all inside getting ready for church. Sandy had to make do with the boys because they were the only ones outside in the cold weather.She would rather be outside playing even if it was with boys and not inside with the grown-ups who always.