”“Why?”“Wives complain ... it’s a law.”“Really?”“How else do husbands know they’re idiots if wives don’t complain?”“Yeah,”... said Zoe.“The rule,” said Cynthia, “is this ... men marry hoping their wives never change. Wives marry to change their men.”“I must have missed something when we were children.”And Tyche said, “According to mom and Auntie Cyn ... you missed out on lots when you were growing up.”Then she said, “Yup ... that’s why you were a virgin when you were 22. What’s a virgin?”“You .... My touch began to send waves of heavenly bliss from her pussy to her brain and she gave herself willingly to the pleasurable feelings. She clung to me as if she never wanted to let me go and our foreheads touched as she closed her eyes. My hand worked her pussy until I felt a warm wet spot develop. Then I moved my hand up and slipped it under her panties, touching her bare pussy for the first time."Oh God, Tommy!"Carol's knees buckled slightly as she moaned, but I had her up against the counter. All of my parent's sexual teachings, radical views and their total belief in freedom of censorship counted for nothing. Indeed all of the by-laws, or ordinances as they preferred to call the changes that were the charter, didn't mean a thing against my one major problem. I was shy, as scared of girls as a man who couldn't swim was of diving in the deep end of a swimming pool! Years of rejections when I was fat and a fast-food junkie had set up a lack of belief that was hard to shake. Even with. ..” “You didn’t have any other lovers besides him?” “He was my first and only.” “This excites you, then?” She stroked him tentatively. “I can’t help but wonder…” “What it would feel like inside you?” “I’m not supposed to think about things like that. All my upbringing, my morality, my commitment tells me I shouldn’t.” “And still, you do.” “Are you a friend I can trust?” “You know that I am.” “Do you like how my skin feels under your hands?” “So much that I’m going to undress you completely.”.