??Surely you masturbate.??Sometimes.??When was the last time you had an orgasm???I don't know that I ever had one. Not the earthquake kind of orgasm ...you read about. I understand even some married women don't experience orgasms. If I rub myself down there, it feels good, but I never seem to get over the edge to a real orgasm.??Do you prefer women to men???No!? Amanda replied with no hesitation. The woman leaned back in her chair and looked concerned. Amanda took advantage of the pause to. ” “Well, she certainly is a hottie,” I answered. “And why do you call her that?” “Neked Barb, what does that mean? I have heard it before around the office.” “Barbara Adams is a nudist, a naturist if you will. You didn’t know that?” “No, I didn’t,” I am thinking now I have something else to fantasize about. DeeDee and I talked baseball on the drive back to my apartment. When we pulled up to the building DeeDee’s cell began to signal a low battery. “Shit, I have a low batt and My Georgie. Right now. Do it.” She scans the now memorized faces of the customers who share our dining room. Slowly she leans back against the wall and brings her legs up to the bench. Her hands tremble with fear and exhilaration as she gathers her dress above her thighs while checking one last time for lurking peepers. Finally, she pulls the dress up quickly, with a short pause, then back down just as quickly. I chuckle at her. “What?” She is sitting upright now. “I said show me your pussy, Doll, not. I can't recall ever seeing him loosen his tie. I had on my work clothes with the sleeves rolled up on my dress shirt exposing my muscular forearms. Joyce liked touching my forearms, reminding me that those years of reverse curls were not in vain.John and I were the first to show up at the bar. It was shortly before six. I was standing at the bar with my pint of Guinness when Joyce walked in a few minutes later."I see you had no trouble finding the place," I said as she walked up."Oh, I've been.