I?d had a couple of badexperiences with men in my late teenage years and since my mother had died I?dnot dated anyone. I was actually uncomfortable ar...ound men, as if they wereanother species that I couldn?t relate to. I?m not beautiful so it was easy forme to escape attention and get on with my work. It was when I was 24, 9 months backthat I got home one day and had a nervous breakdown. I felt likemy life was meaningless, here I was, apparently in the prime of my life cominghome and going to. Her fingers had been busy this evening. They reeked of pussy juice. "You've been playing with yourself, Cindy," I murmured to her.I placed her sticky fingers in my mouth one at a time and sucked them clean. Cindy's pussy juice tasted wonderful. "Cindy darling, you taste just as good as your mother," I whispered to her.When all of her fingers were clean, I placed my own finger into my mouth. As soon as all the vaginal nectar was gone I place my finger between the folds of her pussy. My finger. I hesitated,but Jim did not. He immediately went to the wall and intently inspectedthe offerings. I hung back,waiting and wondering as to his choice.It really didn't take that long. He picked out a pink shade, OPI B77Feeling Hot, Hot Hot!. It was a shade that I might have chosen for myselfat Jim's age. Not too startling, not too in your face. Just a nice,somewhat to the dark side, pink. An excellent choice for a girl Jim's ageat the beach. Jim clutched the bottle in his hand as I made my. Though I understood what she meant I didn’t say anything , if she misunderstood.On Wednesday she called me in the evening and invited to her house for lunch on the coming Saturday. She had messaged me her address. I bought a gift for her and a box of chocolate for her son and clicked the door bell at 12 noon. She came outwearing a purple saree. She was wearing a make up and it was not overdone. I enquired about her son and mother and gave the gift to her. She told me that they have gone to.