”“Like hell I will. He won’t even be up to my crotch when I wear these.”“I know. He can go down on you without ever going down.”That paint...d too graphic a picture in my mind. It also started making me wet. I supposed I lost my mind too because I actually considered buying them.“Go on, Sue. Get ‘em.” they kept urging me.“Think of what people will say when we pass by them in shopping center.”“They’ll think I’m a freak.” I answered.“You’ll give all the guys a hard on.” Brenda said.That did it. The. Wilson for me. Bye now."After she'd put the handset in the cradle she stood there looking down at it and wondered just how she had managed to let her life get so screwed up. Twenty years as a faithful and loving wife and mother down the drain for a man she didn't even like, but couldn't say no to. She hadn't wanted to say no to him then. Stan Wilson was a cigar stinking, fifty pound overweight slug, but she would have fucked him in a heartbeat just so she could feel Jake in her again.The slight. If something like that could be invented or discovered he couldn’t see where it would be of any help to women but it could be a product easily abused by unscrupulous men.A product like that existing now was pure fiction. He remembered in growing up the tales about Spanish fly or an aspirin put in a soda a girl was drinking was supposed to make them want to have sex. The current date rape drugs did not increase the sexual desires of women and only rendered them unable to resist a man’s. Kind of in the back of the store, on top of a fairly tall counter, was a box of sexually oriented comics. The few times I sneaked peaks in there I always was aroused. It was a kind of mix of all types just thrown into this box. One time while sneaking a pic the owner caught me. He really didn't say anything but I knew he saw me in there. When I was finished and paying for the two comics I had, he told me, since there was no one else in the store, that he'd let me look at some of those if I.