“But it’s your living,” James replied, “I can’t expect you to help me for free.”“You are our best friend and I’ll help you,” Christy... smiled, “And for free!”“Okay then, if you ever need physiotherapy, let me know and I’ll repay you,” James answered.“It’s a deal!” Christy shouted, “I have a couple of clients to give estimates to next week, but the rest of the week I’m free to help you.”“Thanks, sweetheart,” James smiled.I work in construction and own my own business so I would be able to help. After the birth of my daughter, the sex life between me and my husband became almost non-existent. My husband was focused on his career and focused on impressing his boss to get the promotion which would raise our social status. Although I was not happy with my husband ignoring us, I could not do anything to make him a loving husband and a good father. My husband’s efforts were finally paying off as he got invited to the new year party his boss hosts every year at his house. My husband was. “She hasn’t said much since I told them. I think she’s more embarrassed about me having sex on TV than she is about me having sex with a dog.” She keeps driving.When did you first think about having sex with a dog?“It wasn’t a dog. I was touring with a band. I won’t say which one. Just being myself – having fun, giving blowies on the bus and stuff like that. One of the guys in the band says he’s always wanted to see a woman giving a horse a blowjob, and I just said – as a joke – if you can find. I shift my arm around her shoulders permitting me to caress the soft cashmere covering her young, firm breast. I massage the sweet mound, and my fingers find her nipple. I stroke it into prominence, and play with breast and nipple for several minutes. Finding I can stand it no longer, I capture her lips with mine and kiss her awake. I stand and extend my hand. She grasps it and stands facing me. I pull her close. I finish unbuttoning her sweater. I smooth the sides of the sweater away from.