I am a member of a group of CD/TV/TG who, bless their hearts, helped meget out of the house and go somewhere to be more relaxed and comfortablewith my... (ahem) hobby, which meets once a month. They were the ones whoconvinced me that I am in fact very passable, which is what pushed meout the door in tiny baby girl steps to attend the ballet to begin with.New members breezed in and out with the same frequency that Tiger Woodsgoes through celibacy pacts so I never know what to expect from meetingto. When the conductor used to pass she used turn sideways which gave me ample space to bury my dick inside the valley of her ass and also enjoy her back. After the conductor passed, I hurriedly adjusted my cock on to her ass and also was pushed a lil more forward because of the people from behind, I gently pushed my dick and was enjoying very much and couldnt figure out if she was as she was facing the front part. Now slowly i got confidence i started rubbing my cock, there was no reaction from. As I follow you upstairs you are deliberately bending over to make sure I can see your wet pussy. You show me where the problem pipe is. As I look down at the pipes and your are pushing your tits near my face You tell me you will leave me to it. You go back to your bedroom to get dressed and see your vibrator on the bed. Your fingers move to your wet pussy. You are still soaking wet and you decide it is the time to get some real cock. You come back to where I am working. You lean down, pushing. Both were clumsy, rather futile attempts to express what was going on in my heart. It seemed that I was living with the wrong person and locked in to a relationship about which I could do nothing. A side effect was that my wife and I began to have some of those private problems that seem too insignificant now to mention, but were used at the time to justify actions that would become very significant and which would escalate into something very detrimental. Having been denied sexual contact.