(Of course I'm real.)"But now I know it for sure, see?"She sensed Mark's thoughts churning, then a verbal thought. (Hallucinations. All hallucinations.... But it would be kind of insulting if she is real and I don't believe her.) "I don't know you're real just because you got my letter. I have to get yours." Um, I didn't send one." Why not?" Didn't get around to it yet." Well, that wasn't nice." (Irresponsible bitch. Oops, could I learn to control thoughts?) "I can't tell you're real until you. She stood there for a minute looking at me ogle her then said “Have you seen enough or would you like to take a picture?” I was embarrassed for being caught and my face reddened, but I did not forget what I was after. I explained how I was trying to earn money to buy something and had just finished mowing her neighbor’s lawn when she interrupted me, “So you’re the son of a bitch keeping me awake.” I apologized and told her I could come back another time, and she told me she worked third shift. Naina: Yup.Ansh: What led you to ISS?Naina: An old friend. She came to visit and heard my moan while I was fingering in my bathroom. She asked me about it and when I opened up to her, she mentioned she read sex stories on ISS.I was afraid to begin with but later on, succumbed to it. I really like and the ones where female go outside their marriage for satisfaction.Ansh: You are quite open about it. I like women who accept what they want.Our chats kept going on for about a week about various. The dark-haired, voluptuous woman continued to reminisce while she rearranged the papers in the desk that served as their household office. This was the fifth place they'd lived since their marriage just over fourteen years ago. She'd just turned fifteen when she'd married Harvey who was nine years older than she. And three months after their marriage, Becky had arrived.She was sure that her beautiful fourteen-year-old daughter would not get caught the way she had. Becky had the equipment to.