When Anna heard ‘Again’, she was without thought or words. Anna had never had anyone try to garner more than one orgasm out of her, she wasn’t e...en sure if she could do it, yet here she was She had expected to have to accept his dick, but in response, before she really had time to process the info, her body tensed as a pair of fingers pushed past her labia, her sensitive lips, and deep inside her. It caused her to groan loudly, and she felt her thighs naturally ‘open’ to the fingers, her body. "What's wrong, honey?" I can't get my makeup right, I think I'm just too nervous. Will you help me?" Too nervous, right. Not like a lack of practice had anything to do with it, nosirree."Sure, Tracy, face the mirror." Her mom carefully applied a base coat, followed by powder, some blush, eyeliner and mascara (Sit still, Tracy, I know you're nervous.), eyeshadow, lipliner and lipstick, being careful to get the corners neatly. Tracy carefully watched, committing every motion to memory."There,. A nice long pull. Whats your story? the fag asks. Christ. Is he talking to me again? Whats my story? I respond. What do you mean? Well, its quite obvious you arent gay. My Straight-Dar is flashing, big time. Are you married and not getting laid? Or dating and not getting laid? Did you lose a bet? Do you think you can waltz into this kind of place and get an anonymous blowjob because your old lady is on the rags? Are you tired of jerking off solo? Whats your story? What was with the fifty. I was only a guy on a beer label. I remembered all about Jean now. I had no idea why it happened but the what was forever burned into my memory from the many – too many – sessions with my psychiatrist. We’d had some problems – nothing more than any couple married over a quarter century. We started meeting with a counselor a couple times a month. Some stuff came out, hell, no one has a perfect marriage. It was mostly things related to passing the fifty-year mark and starting to question our.