Seeing that I was not very experienced she took it on herself to teach me how to please her."The next day Beth called with the same request. When I we...t over to her place I found Mark watching a football game on the TV, and Beth told him that I'd come to help move some stuff in the basement. She explained to me that Mark had a bad back and couldn't lift heavy things."Once in the basement she said that Dot was an unreliable slut, because she — Beth — was supposed to have me first. With that she. But I have come to realize that the number of women who feel that way is legion. My husband seems to like them the way they are. I have light brown hair, when I am not a blonde. My hair varies from shoulder length to just below my shoulder blades. I am twenty-four years old and have been married for two years. My husband is an NCO in the U.S. Army.I am not able to have children. That's never been a problem for me. I am apparently missing the gene that makes women crave motherhood and babies.. All the while she talked about what her husband had told her, how enjoyed kissing a man, sucking his cock, making him cum in his mouth and rimming my asshole,,,I chuckled,"I don't remember that part" evidently I was out of it and he turned me over after getting hard again and attempted to fuck me, but only humped me til he came on my cheeks. He licked it clean and started to rim my ass, even in my stupor, making me hard again, turning me over and jacking me off til I came, he said licking our. " I said as I sat on my bed. It felt funny to see mymom kneeling at my feet helping me to put on my high-heeled sandals butI was glad for her help. I had a hard time earlier just putting on myearrings and necklace with my longer nails. As soon as she finishedwith the straps she had me stand up in front of the mirror. By nowlooking at myself dressed and made up as a girl was second nature buttonight seemed so much different."So what do you think, mom? Do I look okay?" I asked."Think? There's.