“So what I need to do now is concentrate on weakening Francesco’s sexual confidence,” she said. “Though it is pretty weak already, to be hones...t. It won’t be hard to make him really feel his inadequacy to satisfy me sexually. I will start this very evening.”***On the way home, Giselle thought a lot about how to start implementing their plan, and communicate to him her sexual dissatisfaction. She knew Francesco was a loving and a caring man but, as Becca had said again and again, in the sex field. As for Jack, he was certainly enjoying the attention, but he wished that he could move. He wanted to feel Kathy’s body. He wanted to feel her womanly curves that he knew were so soft and supple. He wanted to take control of the situation like he was used to, but he was in no position to do that, so he would have to let her do what she wanted.Kathy played with Jack’s throbbing tool for several minutes. She had stopped the long slow licks from base to tip, and was now just flicking her tongue. I really don't want to fight anymore and after the sex last night, I remembered how you and I matched up in that department. It's been a long time since we have had a sex life and I want it back." She took another sip of coffee, "So what do we do now?" she asked.I placed a bottle of rinse treatment for her hair on the table in front of her, "First you go upstairs and rinse that crap out of your hair and get your self back to the beautiful looking woman I have loved for so many years. Then we go. She had graduated three years ago from Beachville Academy with a perfect 4.0 grade point and had been accepted to Harvard. She had graduated a year early with a degree in art history and had found the perfect job, managing a museum in France. That was where she had met the perfect man, Jean-Claude and she would become his perfect wife in just four months. Everything was perfect. She hopped out of the car and smiled into the bouquet of roses that she’d bought at the florist shop. Jean-Claude.