There is one guy who is brave enough to visit me. Dr. Mishra from the fourth floor. From time to time he used to drop by my apartment with an excuse f...r a routine health checkup. But now he is busy at the hospital 24×7. This leaves me alone, to pleasure myself.I never thought my situation would come down to this, not with the kind of money my husband has. It is night time and I am laying in one of the two single beds of our bedroom.I am wearing a plain pink transparent nighty. I never wear any. Linda; why have you come here? I demanded and with a shaky voice she confessed, to have sex in public in front of others with the thrill of knowing someone may want to try to touch me whilst I am being fucked! She replied. So you admit you want to be a slut, flaunting your body in front of strangers hoping one of them will be brave enough to touch you and maybe even cum over your tits and face. Again Linda blushed; all the time though her eyes never left Karen shaven spread cunt lips and she. The product of our love which gestated in my womb now stealing that love ounce by ounce, and doing so within arm's reach, doing so with a voracious appetite that left nothing for me, not a seminal scrap did she leave.As I lay thinking, I remembered the days of bounty, when that special fluid ran like ambrosia from an endless spring. I could feast at my whim and often choose to abstain. I had semen to waste. I had headaches on demand, and the bed rocked to the rhythm of his hand. He cleaned the. He wanted to wear the dress which she'd been wearing on Monday, when she walked into the bank, and stunned him and everyone else. It was a good choice, for the full skirt hid the extra inches on his hips. When he looked in the bedroom mirror, he could have been the twin of the woman who had come into his bank on Monday.He was grinning at himself as he turned in front of the mirror, this time with only Carmine as the audience, but that was when Carmine had uttered the words which had thrown him.