Do you hear me?“And, yes, I have told you the why. I just didn’t get into details about it to spare your little feelings and your male ego. I told...you that it’s something that I need. Look, Danny, you’re a pretty boring guy. There are a lot of great things about you, but being good in bed isn’t one of them. Bottom line you don’t do it for me in that department, you never did. Tom could’ve been nicer about how he said it, but like he said you’re pretty small down there. On the other hand, Tom is. In any event, while a life of little passion defies longings it doesn't banish them. Hers is as deep a well of desire as anyone's, producing forbidden fantasies that entrance like visions of water on the desert, but being a good Christian woman she isn't going to act on them. It shames her a little that she even has them. Hers may be a liberal church, full of good, open-minded people, but she struggles to be morally straight. Judge not. Only judge yourself.Her fantasies slip into her mind at. 'In this house wecall it a vagina. At least if you want to keep breathing. Youmight find out that all of the slang names for that part of thefemale anatomy aren't so funny now you have one yourself.'Stuart had already run through the long list of names as he saton the toilet. Snatch, gash, flaps, pussy, cunt. His mother wasright.'How you feeling?' Susan asked her son sympathetically.'How do you think I feel mum?' He snapped back at her. 'I feellike I woke up in the twilight zone. Like I am. I did that very often and my pleasure was at peak while doing that. She was uncontrollable when I pushed her hair on top of her 32 C sized boobs and cupping them from behind hugging her tight from behind while we were both wet, and kissing her neck.After all this, I dried her hair, and told her to relax for a while. I got a small bottle of almond oil from a near by seven eleven store and walked back in.. I told her to turn around and started applying oil slowly from bottom to top. Later turned.