.."We french kiss as we move together. I'm about to have my third orgasam when... My phone goes off. One ring, two ring, I breathe heavily and answer ...t. "Hello..." I say still breathing heavily."Hey babe" Jason's voice comes across the phone."Oh hey..." What's up?" Oh you know.. The normal." So I got your text about you being horny... Maybe I can take care of that?" I'm a little busy, maybe tomorrow?" Well what are you up to?" Oh you know stuff... Babe I have to go.. Talk to you soon."I hang. I used to stare at her when she used to have her evening walks or when she would meet outside. I had no guts to start a conversation with her. But one day, I said hello to her. She said hi with a smile. We had a small conversation and she left. I felt so good and free.For some days, whenever we would meet, we would smile at each other.After a couple of days, one of my friend who is working for an NGO gave me a list of questions for a survey on “Sexual Life after Marriage”. I was in doubt. Cully was begging Ms James for mercy as the tears cascaded down her beautiful face. She took persuasion and threats before Ms James convinced Cully to hold out her other hand for the final three strokes.Cully was screaming, crying out for her mummy and her beautiful face contorted by pain. Somehow, she managed to take all three strokes, although in apparent agony. Cully was no longer the mature beauty that entered the study but a little girl overcame with grief while her hands were stinging. Now Jane was 11 years older than me and at 58 had let herself go especially after her hubby passed away. Anyway Jane said Deborah had 'phoned to say she was staying on at work until 6pm, I was about to leave when she said the kettle was on for a coffee so I sat down in the sitting room and we started chatting while Jane was ironing some clothes, during our chat she said she heard me and Deborah 'at it' the night before, I felt kinda embarrassed about this and she said a least Deborah was.