But all the girls do here is fuck. You can’t have any meaningful conversation with any of them. You can’t really just talk to them as people. T...ey’ve got nothing to say. I find that somewhat frustrating at times. Q: How so?A: Well, around here all they think about is how they can please your pecker. They’re nothing but toys to play with. After awhile you want some real companionship.Q: And do your fellow co-workers feel that way, too?A: Most do, I think. At least the ones. So no, I'm not gay. I never was gay. But now I am a woman, aheterosexual woman.Look, when this first happened to me, I would get up each morning andlook into the mirror and repeatedly tell myself that I was not LeslieAndover but William Roberts. I did it in the middle of the day, onbreaks at work, in the car. I would not let go of who I was. You knowwhat that got me, depressed. It got me depressed because no matter howmuch I told myself who I really was, it was Leslie's face that keptstaring. It was accidental. I honesty had no idea what I was doing.Maybe my age, her beauty and me discovering masterbation while thinking of her all combined to make me obsessed with her from that day on. Or maybe she just gave off some certain pheromone that drove the guys in our family wild.For probably the next six months she was my fantasy. Until then, i had had very little interest in girls. After than, i wanted to be near her. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to smell her.I guess she enjoyed the. "You've got really nice tits, Holly," Tommy said as he leaned over, covering Holly's left nipple with his lips and she wrapped her hand around his hardon and began to stroke his hard cock up and down as he was suckling her nipple. Tommy knew that Lydia and Rachel had both had babies but he and Pam did not have any children and he didn't think Holly had any kids either. It was going to be interesting comparing these different sexy wives, some who were mommies and some who had never been pregnant.