He and Lisa, the hairdresser he went to, had been making love ever since his first visit to her salon during summer vacation. He looked forward to eac...h haircut appointment. ‘Jeez, Bobby,’ his friend Eddie complained as they walked out of school later in the day. ‘I hardly ever see you any more, except in school. What the hell are you doing that keeps you so damn busy? You turning into a bookworm or something?’ ‘I’m sorry, Ed,’ Bobby said, ‘it’s just that I have a lot of things I have to do, you. Fuck my pussy and ass.” I picked up the pace. Seconds later, Sarah went silent, watching me thrust each toy deep into her holes. Her silence was a sure sign that Sarah’s orgasm was building deep from within. When the intensity of her pending orgasm reaches a certain point, Sarah can no longer express herself in words, let alone make a noise. I went faster, slamming each toy into its wet hole. And I watched as Sarah went over the edge and entered her own private world of ecstasy, rapture, joy. ” I admired what they were doing some more and left shortly thereafter returning to the house in time for lunch.Shirley was excited. She made two contacts, one in England and the other in France. They were both quite lonely and looking for anyone to talk to them. The one in England was not even a ham! His neighbor had been a ham and he had listened before. He decided to try the equipment and was overjoyed that he found someone. The guy from France had heard them and joined in. She said, “I left. "Now, you have to understand here, that I was all of twenty-four when this interview took place. I hadn't had a regular lover in years. My involvement with other couples I interviewed was anything but predictable, and a lot of the couples I had interviewed had given numbers like 'once a week'. Some of the older ones said they made love a lot less frequently than that even, and some younger ones fucked like bunnies every chance they got. So I really had no idea what "normal" was for a couple.