."As we lay there in her bed she told me about what Davy said as well assome of the other kids, then we talked about what it was like to kiss aboy and... how it made us feel. That was the big question for me. How did itmake me feel? At the time it happened I felt like a girl, and didn't mindit a bit, although I knew that if anyone found out who I really was Iwould just die, but at that point, I didn't care. Davy stuck his tonguein my mouth and I was eagerly accepting him, even playing twister with. I had always enjoyed getting blow jobs and didn't think they should stop when I got married. From what Bev had said she had never sucked another guy's cock and no guy had ever eaten her pussy before me.We were a happily married couple for ten years. You know that old saying, "Show me a husband who doesn't eat pussy, and I'll show you a husband who's wife I can steal"? I thought I was pretty safe. So imagine my shock when I got home from work one Friday and found the house empty of all our. "Your use of 'that' in your previous comment is imprecise and ambiguous," I said."You an astute listener, Stoney. And I meant it just like I said it." She giggled. "Do you really want me to just come out and say that after we eat dinner, I'm going back to your apartment and..." And we'll tease each other senseless." Stoney, I have a delicious glow going right now..." she smiled.I had to smile back. "Me too. I'll survive, I'm sure..." We will survive. Stoney, I'm ... maybe I'm premature, but I. Rachael resisted the urge to touch herself. She liked the feeling of being horny, aroused. A spark of pleasure hit her when she squeezed her legs together.She pictured Grandpa at the lake in his boxer briefs. For his age, he was in amazing shape. Tall and lanky, he didn’t have an ounce of fat on him. She liked the grey hair on his chest. It looked so soft she wondered what it would feel like to run her hands over it. Why was his chest hair grey yet the hair on his head silver?She squeezed her.