In fact, somewhere, in the back of her mind, she wanted him to dump her, because she wanted to be punished for what she had done."Look! After what my ...friend told me about that girl, and how she couldn't help herself from having sex with whoever wanted to do it with her, I also did some research about it."You have to know, there are different degrees of nymphomaniacs, and I think; you only want to have sex, when you reach a certain point of arousal. And that's probably why you didn't have sex,. She walked over to the shower door and pressed her body against the glass. It was both cold and warm at the same time, the vibrations from the pelting water on the other side enticing her skin. ‘John,’ she whispered, ‘You need any help?’ No answer. John sped up his jerking motions, as if in some kind of response to her question. She smiled. ‘Is that a yes?’ No answer. Mary frowned. John wasn’t one for cute little games when it came to sex, at least since she had known him. He was always direct. ”“Come on, Trish. We were only friends.”“Yeah, if I’d got pregnant from being `only friends’ withyou, would you upgrade our relationship as beingsomething special?”“Trish, we both told each other that our careers came firstand neither of us wanted a relationship. It was a mutualdecision to keep our relationship to an occasional fuckbasis.”“Yeah, well I lied.” The snappy quick comeback from Trishrevealed that the discussion was. Then he pulled down his undershorts, his cock slapping heavily against his stomach as it came free of the waistband. Carol stroked his fleshpole with her panties, breathing a count faster as she watched it pulse in the air. "Nice," she said, "why don't you put these on and see what it does for you?" Bob flushed, but couldn't deny the thrill the words gave him.He sat down and removed his shoes and socks, stepped out of his pants and slipped the red panties up over his legs. They were.