Her eyes dropped, but she began to speak again, in a low, almost incoherent voice.“Do you want to hear about the times I lay on my back so he could ...eel between my legs?” she whispered, questioningly. As she spoke, she winced, slightly, as if at the shame she would feel, having to tell her husband about her secret guilty actions, when she couldn’t stop herself giving in to those powerful awakening sexual feelings ……“Oh, God, yes, Stacey,” I pled. “Tell me about that ……”She stopped the. She was angry to listen to the word fuck. Then i said what should i call then? She said hot dog, from now on hot dog means fucking. Burger means boobs. Then i asked what we should call your pussy. Polo, (mint with a hole) and what about my penis. Mirchi. We laughed and we both went inside the bathroom. She opened the tap and said she forgot to get her things. I said i will bring your things, she asked do you know where i keep my things and what exactly are my things? I said your panty, bra,. I had mentioned to friends that I was dating someone but still made excuses to avoid introducing her to them. I was not sure how they would react. To me Chelsea was a female. Caleb was an alter ego that ceased to exist, even for Chelsea it was a person she no longer recognized. Her mother insisted on calling her Caleb and took her to a number of psychiatrists in an attempt to restore her son to her but all that was accomplished was a couple doctors getting heir cocks sucked in their office. She could be buying coffee at the corner deli or getting her car washed and she'd meet people wherever she went. She was just that kind of a person. She was very outgoing and happy. Most men found her to be attractive. When Jewel was in high school, she was considered to be part of the popular crowd. She was the homecoming queen, the valedictorian of her class, and a cheerleader. She got a scholarship to the college of her choice. She maintained good grades and had no problems adjusting to.