I tried to compose myself while she looked me over checking for signs of illness or distress. Such a caring friend. Why the fuck were her pants still ...own? I couldn't help but notice that our genitals were less than a foot apart. If it weren't for this cage on my cock I would have bent her over right there and ruined her whole week. Instead I assured her that I was fine and pulled my pants up. I thanked her for doing this with me and making me feel so 'comfortable'. It was a little disingenuous. I appreciate what you are trying to do and I will still be pleased to go out with you for all of the same reasons you said you want to go out with me.’ She took his hand. ‘I just want to be sure that I am not messing up your marriage and I certainly don’t want to mess you up. This whole thing is just kind of new to me. I’ve been asked out by married men before but they usually do it on the sly or when their wife is out of town. That and the only reason they ask me out is because they are trying. I still felt anxious about what I’d just told them. The whole religion thing was a huge burden because I’d spent so many years of my life dealing with it, not by my choice. Then I started to worry perhaps the nymphs were closer to my old religious roots than I’d expected. That didn’t make sense to me. But I felt a little embarrassed perhaps in telling them too much.After a bit Branch spoke again.“We want to tell you more about the hidden side of our existence as much as we can convey in your. A trial period that never lasted. She went back to her ex for a while until she caught him sexting with her best friend. Then she left for college and tried a few different partners. Nobody really satisfied her the way she wanted. Perhaps they were too inexperienced or she was too fussy. She had had a fairly unfulfilled sex life until this point. But she still had porn. It was like an old friend.After a short amount of surfing, she settled on watching a black guy with a monster cock.