Please?Oh, come on! I need you. I'm so hot, and I've got one hand in my knickers right now. I'm in the toilets, and I'll have to be quiet if anybody c...omes in. Pick up, dammit!Mmm...Oh, lad, where the fuck are you? Why can't you be there? My hand is all wet and sticky, and I'm smearing my juice on my fingers, and rubbing my clit. Oh yeah...Sliding, feeling my hard nub... Circling with my fingertip like you circle with your tongue. I want your face between my legs right now, and I'm all open wide. " I also told her she had better not try it with me. Sally got very angry and told me as a woman's body changed that was a very natural thing and men should just live with out as much pussy. We moved on to other topics and I forgot this conversation. Looking back though, as best as I recall, that was the day our sex life and marriage began to sour.From time to time I would try for a piece and not even get a response. Sally would just curl up in a ball and use her legs and hands to block access. ‘Bye mom.’ Desiree shut the door before her mother had a chance to respond. She knew that pretending she wanted to be a lesbian would get her mother to leave her alone. Her older sister is a lesbian, and it drove her mother insane although she couldn’t care either way. As Desiree started her pickup truck, which was another sore spot with her mother, she glanced in the mirror. She hated using makeup, and didn’t feel there was a reason to. Why put on a fake face and then have to worry if someone. If I do anything that makes thou uncomfortable just let me know. Thy can trust me."The moment he mentioned he had centuries worth of knowledge, the man in front of me became more creepy. His wardrobe captured my attention. It was from like a time way before I was thought of, maybe before my grandparents existence. Fredrick's clothes looked like they were worn by the men in the pictures I've seen of the 1700's, possibly earlier."Thanks, but no thanks," I once again rejected his invitation..