The other side of my life—the secret side—is no wickeder than reading a sexy book, looking at pornography or fantasizing wild sex with strange men... As far as I’m concerned it is my right to enjoy my sexual side. Phillip doesn’t suffer nor does anybody else. I am living with complete absence of guilt.”Flashing a smile Carla shrugged her head and said, “Yeah that’s what I mean Aggie.” But she was thinking what kind of BS do you think you’re shoveling?Catching the inference Aggie, with a. He had been gentle and yet hard with her. She had been like a virgin for him, her tight ass yielding to his cock head slowly and painfully until finally he was in her and there was no turning back.She could feel her asshole gaping open and felt an odd pride. She had given him everything of her body as she had long ago given him everything of her soul. He had claimed the last inch of her flesh unused.Now she heard him walking behind her. She could hear each footfall with such clarity, such. Then Dave began to caress and knead his fingers along and under the neckline of Joan's dress.I could see the confusion in Joan's eyes, wondering why I was letting this proceed. The tension was almost unbearable as Dave slowly worked his fingers a little further with each caress and squeeze."What are you waiting for Dave? I haven't heard Joan object," I stated coldly to keep up the pressure.Dave just grinned at me and kept that same slow, steady pace as Joan sat there stiff as a board, clearly. I unfolded it so that it was lying flat again. As soon as it was set, Kelly hopped on and motioned me to join her. I chuckled and climbed on the bed with her. We spent the next couple of hours getting to know one another again. Kelly informed me at one point that she was suffering from Orgasm Deficiency Syndrome; I wasn’t around to take care of matters and now she was in a deficit situation.“Is that like a budget deficit?” I asked.“Basically.”“I thought it was up to Congress to handle deficits..