. and a need for constant... variety." You mean now that you've had me, I no longer interest you," mused Vickie aloud."No, I find you amusing and very...entertaining, but I have needs that can only be met by experiencing many women... and men." You... you want me to leave?" Not want you to, dear. You need other experiences as well. You need independence and a chance to, well, taste the fruits of life, so to speak. You asked me some time ago if you are lesbian. How can you possibly know until you. He did not want to say anything out of turn and suffer for the next six months.“Susan bought over a package of condoms, extra large size. Would they fit you?”“Maybe, or they might be too small.”“What, you think you are some superman?”“No mother, just speaking from experience.”Sharon sat and Michael sensibly kept eating, not looking at her.Abruptly she stood and went to one of the cupboards, taking out and returning with the pack of condoms.“We had better try Mister Oh So Big.”Michael had been. I did the usual fucking in college, even a little bit in high school, but they were all spur of the moment bone-jumping. I never cheated on Richie, unless you consider an occasional date after I threw him out to be cheating; I think not. But even those were 'let's do it' things, without planning.Only with Brad, it took three days before our schedules lined up for a quickie. I had to pick him up after lunch and drive him to a motel alongside the parkway. As we drove in, my heart sank. It was. She didn’t seem to even be aware that I was in the booth with her. She was rubbing her clit relentlessly but she didn’t seem to be getting anywhere. In fact she seemed to just get more and more frustrated.Finally Kitty shouted out, “Fuck me! Fuck me on this table! Fuck me just like I saw all those women getting fucked tonight! God! Fuck me please!”I took off my clothes as quickly as I could and moved up to the edge of table. Kitty had slid down closer to the end of the table for me. I lined up.