I was just me, Stevie, drinking some OJ, and turning on the TV. I sat there and put both my feet on the coffee table, searched the channels and not on...e did I think about the strangeness of my body. With no thought at all, I settled on the news, put my hand between my legs and began rubbing my clit. I sat there, legs spread wide, rubbing myself with increasing speed and drinking my OJ, watching how the rain was going to move in this evening, how the Senators won their hockey game. I sat there. I also believed that I would not be able to handle my guilt. For some unknown reason that morning I felt different. Why I’m not sure but it either had something to do with hearing Ron’s story, meeting Shirley or the fact that Sue was probably pregnant. Perhaps it was a mixture of all of those things.I looked at the clock. It was nine thirty. A voice in my head reverberated like an echo from the previous afternoon, “My husband goes to work at nine o’clock.” Fuck it, why wait until Sue gets up to. He sat on the edge of the fence, leaning against the wood as he tried putting any structure of thoughts together. Hand befalling his arm, he could only turn to feel a wet appendage up his cheek. The tongue went into the mouth of the beautiful woman with a chuckle "you taste of days hard work, and so young too.."The young man sat the gate as he could only stare at the older woman, her hips swaying with the wind as she stared him down. Her complexion was a fair bronze skin, ruby eyes staring. I also remarked upon how nice it was to not feel a bristly, stubbly chin rasp across the soft skin of my breasts, as Louise lovingly took her turn suckling my nipple again. “Men always squash the breath out of you when they're on top of you!” Louise returned as I maneuvered around to face her pussy. "And men can't begin to carry on a conversation while they’re having sex!” I replied as I pulled off her pantyhose and extracted the carrot from her pussy. When I painstakingly licked the.