I just want him. Sex used to be amazing. He used to love to go down on me and devour me. Make me moan. Make me scream. Now, it’s anonymous voices on...the other end of my headphones. Voices that make me throb and make me so hot that it’s hard to breathe. Make me twitch when I run my hand down between my thighs, under the waist band of my pants, into my panties, until I reach my clit and then dip my fingers in between my lips where they get so, so wet and so slick. It feels so much better when my. Between stops, we talked about all kinds of topics (family, spouses, work, sports, etc.). When the usual topics dwindled out we started talking about sex. What we liked and didn't. We were both bisexual so we shared sex partners and encounters, positions we both liked, and other things. I was feeling comfortable enough with my new friend that I asked if he knew where we might have a little fun out of sight of others.Tom mentioned he had some "hunting land" nearby. So we drove a couple of. Rachel did better this time and she thought she'd do okay on the quiz. On Friday, Carla and I aced the quiz, and Rachel got a B- herself. After school I walked them over to Carla's house, but they told me that I couldn't come in. I found out that Carla had a party at her house that night but only girls could be invited. I was sitting at home Friday night when my phone rang and my mother told me it was for me, a girl she said. Danny got lots of calls from girls, but this was my first. "I don't think you've met Tom. This is Tom Henderson, my best man."Helen stood up and put out her hand. She was wearing slacks and a blouse that buttoned down the front. Her tits looked big and loose. They were loose; she wasn't wearing a bra. She felt giddy with her tits naked like this. It was something she'd never done before, but she seemed to have these strange impulses ever since she had seduced her son."Call me Helen, Tom," she said.Tom was impressed. He hadn't expected such a.