She never paid much attention to my cock just holding it up and scrubbing by balls and ass with the soaped flannel. when we got out she gave me a towe...l and told me to dry her back, i dryed her neck and shoulder and when i got down to her bum cheeks she lent forward, as i went down with the towel i could see her fanny, it was open and wet, i rubbed her but cheeks and the tops of her legs, one hand i let slip to the end of the towel so as to feel her fanny with my fingers, she lent foerther. I kept the old one until she insisted it broke down too often, which was once. Buy a new Benz? No. Buy a used Benz? No. Buy a used Honda Accord? Yes. That, in and of itself was too large a sacrifice, and was one of the things that made me stop loving her.No, not the car, per se, but the fact that she tried to control my spending, even to the point of preventing me from enjoying one of the things I enjoy most in life. I mean, if she was sacrificing things too, I'd understand. But she must spend. Ever since my marriage last year, my sex life has been difficult. My husband is serving in the military and since our honeymoon he has only been back home one time to fuck me. I am faithful to him. But I can't live like a nun. I need my kicks.So far I've been getting my kicks by masturbating while I think about other men fucking me. Or by getting on xHamster and looking at cocks and guys jacking off. Or by playing sex games with Holly – my girlfriend in town.I've decided that all of this stuff. Beth and I wore our usual stuff -- jeans and a blouse -- but we wore the spiked dog collars, too. That got us questions all day and a little hassle from one of the managers, who tended to be an asshole. But we weren't DOING anything, and we had our store smocks on and we weren't waving our tits at anyone and Donna gets away with all of those piercings, so ultimately, Needle Dick Peter had to shut up and let it alone. Peter is a fucking prick, and Beth, being the lightweight she is, would have.