" "I love fucking with you." "But you enjoy other men too." Opening her eyes again, Jeanne looked at me and said, "I'm sorry, but I do. The variety is... thrilling." "I know." "Michael, I really have become a slut." "Does that ever make you unhappy?" Jeanne stopped rocking on my cock. Sitting perfectly still, she considered my question. Finally she said, "I'm happy that I've learned to enjoy sex and being a slut is exciting. I love it. No, I'm not unhappy about that, but I am unhappy that I hurt. Mother disappeared upstairs to gather final items and Katherine engaged me in rather smutty orientated conversation, asking me with mock suspicious tones about what I would be doing with all my free time. Her friend giggled and Katherine pinched her arm in pretend shock at the apparent connotations. I muttered something about plenty of things to do, without being specific and Katherine offered her services if I needed a hand with anything. The mind boggled, her friend giggled and I left the. Ah yes, that age old fracture of the left ankle, almost forgotten, but never quite right either, the varicosities in the legs, the meniscus trouble and then, after another few steps, more work on the femur. Although it was early days yet, I thought I could get used to the pain after a while. Knowing what was happening was quite enlightening after all. This method of learning would be excellent for students of medicine, nurses, physiotherapists. Teach them plenty about pain, too.I hesitated to. “I wonder if that book that was all sloppy and wet might be just sex stories and nothing else.”“Maybe,” Fred said. “Probably. Might not have any pictures at all. Lots of adult books don’t have any pictures.”“Yeah, that makes sense,” Frida agreed. “Hey, let’s save some of these stories for later and check out High Society.”“Yeah let’s,” Fred agreed. “I want to see if they really do have lesbian sex inside.”The young woman cocked her head to the side. “Have you seen lesbian sex before?”“Yeah,”.