Well, until recently, I didn't. My sexual history is pretty standard, the uneasy gropings in high school trying to figure out how to give a proper han...djob, not as easy as most boys think it is. Just ask us girls. Then the gropings turned more into eager exploration and, yes, couplings. I was fucking by the time I was a senior, on the pill, doing it every afternoon after school with a steady boyfriend. Two years of college saw numerous hook-ups, yes, lots of fun, nothing serious, just a lot of. I brought some of my own money, too.And yes, I have enough," she replied."Ok, just making sure."Julie went up to the counter and paid for her shoes. As they left the shoe store, Kristine asked, "Julie did you eat? Jasonand I did not get a chance, and could really use something." Actually, no I didn't. I overslept and just barely got ready in time.I did have piece of fruit, but nothing substantial." Ok, let's get something from the food court. What do you like, Julie?" I can get something. 'Lick! Get that tongue deep inside, I want you to taste what you've been missing.' He now yearned to come as his tongue slipped deep into the soft hot pucker of his wife's anus for the first time, held there on a leash by the Mistress who had deceived him for the pleasure of seeing him broken, he found himself at an ecstatic epitome of submission. He had begged his wife on his knees and now knew the consequences, which were blissfully degrading. Lana sighed with pure satisfaction as his warm. “Come on over here on the porch.” I headed over and sat on the lounger sofa where he’d settled in. I lit the joint, took a big toke, and passed it to him. This was primo, two-hit Diesel weed. But we passed it back and forth three or four times, and were both getting very buzzed. He started laughing and asked if I would be able to work between the smoke and the booze. “No problem,” I replied and returned to work. I decided to head out front and knock that off, then finish the back, which was.