She rested her hands lightly on my head and said, “They said you were an expert at this. Prove it.” As I did so, she melted under my tongue and mu...rmured obscene nothings in Italian. Her hair was sparser than the others’ and it tickled my nose less and rubbed my face less raw as she came quickly. She glanced at the clock. “Three minutes, good, that leaves you twenty-seven more.”She climaxed twice more and leaned back tired. “Okay, they certainly did not lie. Now, can you make me let my sauce. Children are born in test-tubes and people run around naked on the streets. Without sex drive there is nothing to hide anymore.Since no one ever experiences sexual urges, no one misses it. It is more common for people to not even know about it at all or even consider it a fairytale. Only your husband knows more about it. Through his family, he learned about it and is obsessed with finding a way to repair what he sees as a major flaw. Although you are unsure about his work, you support him in. I managed to unbutton and remove her shirt, revealing two pert breasts, small but with prominent, suckable, nipples that demanded attention. I tore myself away from the kiss and began to tease, suck and bite them, making her gasp and moan with the pleasure and pain. Her hand was still massaging my cock, afraid that it would become flaccid, although I knew that there was no danger of that. It was on a mission and would not rest until the objective was achieved. I turned her around and bent her. Since she was three years older than I, I'd see her at the house when she came home from school. We'd sit on her bed or in the back yard and talk. Most of the time Wanda did the majority of the talking. It seemed every time we talked, she had a new boy she was in love with. She'd gush about the latest one and I'd nod my head and say 'mm hmm' at the appropriate time.In the spring of my last year in junior high, the talking at school started. Wanda found she had fewer and fewer friends and that.