In fact the more I read the more I wanted to read. It excited my sexual fantasies.I was shocked about what I read some men wanted in their sex life. S...ome of these men were nothing more than slaves, sissies, or wimps who couldn't tell their wives no. They were no more than slaves to their wives and did some strange stuff and some did things to the point I didn't believe it. And then there were other men who just wanted to watch their wife get fucked in all their holes. It was the sight of them. "I thought I'd attack this situation head on, right from the start. I did wish it had been somewhere a little more private than the school cafeteria, during my lunch period."Really? You aren't going to go out with anyone, for the whole year?"She sounded absolutely shocked that I'd be willing to forego that much of my senior year's social life. The last year of high school was usually the ultimate party year for most school kids."I'm trying out this new plan I came up with. I have this theory. Except then I remembered that Mr. Franklin teaches 8th grade math. That's YOUR math problem. But I was thinking about it!"I frowned. I remembered that I had Mr. Franklin's class and I knew that I was doing some extra credit in there. But I didn't remember the specifics of the problem. It seemed sort of vague and fuzzy. Actually, everything seems kind of distracting and cloudy now. This must be the way Vicky always saw the world."Well, I'm glad it worked, I guess," I said. "Maybe we should trade. They gave me a book, this book was having all naked photos of men and women, I was feeling shy after looking all these. I took a long breath, both of ladies left by then. I selected design for my lower back and thigh. I also like on at back but scared if it will be visible. I went out to check but only that man was there. I asked him about them,Me: where are those two girls?He: they had to rush to the doctor, one felt sick and both left.Me: ooh, I had to get a tattoo done but now what shell I.