"Stand in front of me babe," I asked and she obeyed, her legs trembling in arousal. "Lift it up," I said pointing to the skirt and so she did. I grabb...d the edges of her sexy black panties and pulled them down. Her pussy was waxed as always. Since the first time I told her I liked it that way, she never let me down. I whistled appreciatively, "Look at this... You're so wet that I can see it running down you thigh," I grinned."Stop that!" She giggled slapping my shoulder playfully."C'mon, let's. ..well, she hoped that whoever hadpaid for the room was ready for a cleaning bill!And then there was the physical toll on her body. Her jaw and cheeks achedunmercifully from the blowjobs and her stomach had become queasy from thelitres of cum she had swallowed. Even on the soft carpet, her knees hadbeen rubbed raw. And many of the men had insisted that she look at themwhile she sucked them off, so that her neck too was stiff and sore.She was also aching somewhere else as well. Every time she. My frustration had been growing for the last two years. It seemed that the more frustrated I got, the less she wanted it.Finally, I began to go out on weekends with my buddies, fishing or hunting. Pretty much every weekend I would be out of the house doing something with friends. Cheryl, my wife, didn't care, matter of fact she welcomed my being gone since I wouldn't be pestering her for sex.One weekend I went out to the cabin on the lake to do some fishing. My buddies who were supposed to come. You should know that I am at least a bit bi. As I said all started at the university.“Mom told me the story of her first lesbian relationship. It was her lesbian roommate Christine with whom she was in love for over two years. She taught my mom almost everything about eating out a girl or the proper usage of toys. When Christine broke up, mom wasn‘t that sweet little girl anymore. From that point on started to date both, male and female until she met dad. But although she married dad she.