My bathroom at home, too. I was self-aware. I looked forward to times when nobody else was home. That’s when I taught myself the joys of my sensuali...y. Orgasms happened with little effort. I would savor every one, often watching in a mirror as I came. My fantasies were how I would look to my husband when I was excited and ecstatic. It didn’t take long to realize my husband would be Jim. Our parents were good friends, we lived on the same street. Growing up together made it easy to discover each. I knew in my heart that Candice was no gold-digger, but on the other hand after her life of poverty I didn’t want to rub her nose, or any other cute part of her, into my apparent wealth. As I suspected, Candice’s post amusement park career had been less stellar. Late in her senior year of high school she had gotten pregnant (forgot to take the damn pills again) and her conservative father would not permit her toeither abort the child or offer it for adoption. Despite good grades, Candice wasn’t. ”I’m feverishly putting on an undershirt, along with a nice pair of black slacks. I just pulled a soft blue shirt out of my closet, when Caroline dropped her bomb.“I know that your big dummy. I’m not talking about brother/sister love, I’m talking about love — love?”I took the dress shirt off the hanger and start to put it on as I tried to explain something to Caroline.“I knew what you meant the first time you asked me, Caroline ... I’ve been stalling, putting on my clothes and thinking about. "How would you fuck him?" I just wanted to feel him inside. I saw his cock. It was so strong. I felt I needed to have it. Wanted to feel how much he wanted me. Feel his desire like a rod inside. Filling me up like no one has done before. I felt like he could do that. I am sorry!" "You're sorry?" Yess, yes. I am very sorry!"For the second time I use my bamboo. Not very hard, but hard enough to send shock waves through your body. The bamboo is still resting on your butt. I slap it very lightly a.