For some reason she’d expected his fingernails to be dirty. Winifred stood naked in the stall for several minutes, sobbing. Her body was chilled; sh... felt very exposed. He wasn’t hurrying her now. That made Winifred cry harder, realizing that he was confident at taking his time.“Okay, you’ve had your cry,” he said, “Now close your eyes tightly and come out.” Winifred closed her eyes, tried to be brave, and unlocked the stall door. She heard the door swing open only slightly, but then felt it. As I grew up I tried to keep thoughts of my first, buried under a torrent of fantasies about boys. Don't get me wrong. I liked, and still do like sex with men. However, I have come to realize that sex with another woman can fulfill me in ways that sex with a man cannot. Women are far more gentle, and yet more passionate than men. Men generally have a****l passion all the time. But a****l passion can wear on you, and be over far too soon. When a woman becomes passionate, it is more. I’m the shy fat guy and my cock isn’t all that impressive. It’s about 5” long when hard, but I’ve gotten no complaints. As I’m sitting there, my sister walks up to the table and asks “What are you reading?” I didn’t look up and replied “One of those old People magazines” So she asks “Don’t you find this more interesting?” So I look up and Sharon had pulled her shirt up to her belly button to reveal her hairy pussy staring right at me. I looked up at her face, dumbfounded. After what seemed like. All three holes are available at any time, AND when she is at work she wears work clothes, when she is doing domestic stuff she wears a maids' outfit she loves, and the rest of the time she wears clothing (if at all) that give me unfettered access to her body. I really cannot complain.Sophie, our lover and member of our family, I first met when I was 15, she is the elder sister of my best friend (he and I are still best friends) and she and I have been friends since then. We have, over the.