I liked having dinner with Jen because it felt like we weren't a student and a teacher who were lovers and now dating, but just two people who met ran...domly and fell in love. After dinner I would help her clean and we would sit on the couch and make out while we watched whatever was on television. We'd stop what we were doing if anything Paul Rudd was on. If I weren’t sleeping over, Jen would drive me back home. I hated leaving her for the night and our kisses goodnight would go on longer each. Clitoral stimulation was the palliative cure for a disease. British physician Havelock Ellis' 1913 work "The Sexual Impulse in Women" estimated that nearly 75 percent of women suffered from "hysteria," a disease whose symptoms ranged from headaches to epileptic fits to coarse language. Nearly any behavior a woman demonstrated could be construed as hysteria. The number one cure—since the disease's invention in ancient Greece—was pelvic massage.Women in the Victorian era weren't supposed to be. I also doubt he would want his right-wing fiends at his political party would thrill him. The weeks have passed by and I have not heard anything from those guys again. I don't even remember the two guys name. I should feel dirty and like a whore, but I can not help but get so wet at the thought of that night. The way they just slammed their dicks into my racist white pussy. The things that they said to me (before and after) they fucked me makes my nipples hard. And then just like that, out of. After a long minute, I took a deep breath and returned to the living room where Delores was half sitting and half laying on the sofa. It only took me a second to realize that she was posing.My heart fluttering in my chest, I sat down at the end of the sofa close to her now shoeless feet. She was looking at me silently through half hooded lids, an enigmatic smile curving the corners of her lips. Keeping my movement elaborately casual, I reached over and wrapped my fingers around her foot,.