She was now wearing only her stockings, high heels and the green velvet neckband. The hair on her mound was shaved into a stylised v-shape which point...ed invitingly down to the pouting lips of her pussy, which were shaved bare. She turned completely around for me, proudly showing herself off. “You like what you see?” “God, yes!” I replied. “Did you hear him call me a slut? Well that’s what I feel like right now. A wanton slut. And you know what else? I like the feeling.” She stepped back a. Rob enjoyed his wife's look of guilt. He didn't push it. He just let her enjoy her orgasm as they dried off. He also enjoyed the thought that maybe, just maybe, he would get to see her wife with this boy. Even if it were just a blow job, he thought. She wouldn't have to fuck him. Sightseeing was uneventful, but nice. They held hands as often as they could. Marni was glad to be distracted from Mark, but even more excited to see Jamaica. It relaxed her knowing that her deadlines were met and that. " No way, you didn't have your feet set. That was blocking," Kali argued.As she floundered to get up, Kali kneed me in the balls. I moaned and doubled up. Damn that hurt.Kali sat down beside me and put her arm around me. "Are you okay, Ed?" I'll live," I groaned."I'm so sorry, Ed. I never meant to do that. What can I do to help?" Just help me up. I'm going to sit down for a few minutes," I said.Kali got up and extended her hand. I took it and pulled myself up. We walked over to her back yard. Still, my logical reasoning allowed me to accept my method of escaping life's challenges by dressing for twenty minutes. I would have a wank, then carry on with my life. I could never explain why I did it? But what I did know was it felt fantastic when I climaxed & hoped that when I finely met the right girl, it would resolve itself and go away. I always knew I was different from all the other c***dren; my thinking always seemed more advanced than the young people that surrounded me, now that.