Ladies simply did notfuck. They made love to their husbands and made babies.That’s it. After every orgasm, I would feel like atramp, yet not lon... after when I came down, I would bewanting another. So I had this constant battle between my ‘moral’ ladyself and my natural tramp self, wanting to be had oftenand hard. Nature intended women to sample as much spermas possible to guarantee the strongest offspring. Mybody was betraying my mind. Society demands pure women‘. I looked over after another beer and said “why the fuck are you phoning Bob you had your chance and you blew it BITCH”“Your calling me a bitch that’s rich as you stole him from me” she retorted“Well if you had been better then he wouldn’t have come to me”“What the fucks that supposed to mean you fucking cheap whore” she responded flicking her hair and pushing me back“In bed Bob says your shit in bed” I answered (giggling) and shoved her hard she crashed into a table behind her“Ouch bitch” She. Moreover since i wear shorts, and in the posture i am , most of the thighs are visible to her. Then she asked me to maintain that posture and she started pressing from the toes towards the thighs. As and when she comes down and down, my blood pressure kept on increasing. She pressed almost to the end of my thighs and in the pretext her palm brushed on my balls. the moment she touched them, it sent a shiver down my spine and lost my balance. She gave a convincing smile as if nothing has. I chose a site along a wall so as to be out of traffic. The wall I chose offered me a view into my uncle's bedroom. Sometimes small consolations come to the downtrodden in big ways. At two in the morning I woke up to the baby's cries and my aunt trying to quiet him down. Her bedroom night stand lamp was on, sillouetting her gorgeous body and shining through her sheer mid-thigh nightie. The baby stopped crying almost instantly, yet she stood there legs apart rocking him in her arms and.