Not in business, she was very good at her job,but in sharing with anyone else the inner feelings that she didn't understand.During her late teens and ...early twenties she had dated as was expected of a "normal" person.But no matter how nice the guy was she felt nothing. The advent of the computer,and the worlds it opened to her, made her realize that she was not alone. Buteven with the anonymity it offered, she was still too shy to express or shareher feelings with anyone. The computer had,. I realized that apart from cum I hadn’t eaten for sixteen hours. I was just about to tuck into the meal that I had been seated in front of when I was told to stop. The wrangler passed me a squeeze bottle and told me to season the meal with it. When it started to squirt out I realized it was semen. The label said man seed sauce. Wrangler grabbed the bottle and squirted a liberal portion of the sauce over all my beautiful breakfast. I was told to get used to it as it was a compulsory addition to. A few minutes later, after I have cooled down and my initial excitement has waned, I bring out the stories we have written, both sides, yours and mine, and give them to Kate. She begins to read them. I notice she is beginning to look a little flushed. She begins to unbutton and remove her blouse as she continues to read, and then, without taking her eyes off the sheets of paper, she removes her skirt. Sitting there in just her bra and little lacy panties, she sure looks sexy. I can't help. If you like, I’ll say: That’s OUR boyfriend. Okay?”“Yeah. Okay, Reg?” said Freda. Frances was watching everyone carefully.Reg knew enough about girls now to give the expected response. “Okay, Freda. I am an admirer of all three of you. You are the first girls to pay serious attention to me, for myself as a person, not just as a ‘clever clogs’, ‘egghead’, or similar insulting epithet. You make me feel good.”Frances grinned slightly, and said quietly, “You certainly do feel good, Reg.”Reg got her.