My husband and I went steady all through high school, married shortly after we graduated. You guessed it. I have, or should say had, never even kissed... another guy. I mean serious kissing. I didn't think of myself as prudish but I never said any dirty words. Not even when Tom and I had sex, which wasn't all that often. The church would have been proud of us; sex was basically this is how you make babies.About fifteen years into the marriage, I began feeling bored and restless. This is not to say. Trudi began running her tongue in exploratory circles around the head of Vince's organ, lubricating it and savoring the faint manly scent. She was amazed at how warm and velvety- smooth it was - it was like sucking on a cylinder of almost-melted chocolate.As her saliva began to flow and things became more slippery, she began pushing her head forward, letting more of the thick shaft enter her mouth. She soon found a rhythm that matched the movement of Vince's hips, and she became vaguely aware. If it’s a bad idea I’ll say so and not hold you in contempt for it.”The Advisor looked to his King and knew it to be true, “We could pay for him to spend a night with a woman.”The King paused, “That’s a bad idea.”“I know.”“Do it anyway.” The King grinned.The Advisor nodded and smiled, “I’ll send a guard to fetch a fine woman and bring her-”“No! No.” The King said, controlling his outburst, “No she mustn't be brought here, a whore on palace grounds, imagine the repercussions.”The Advisor thought. Michelle tapped Emily's ankle prompting her to lift each one to step out of the skirt. Again, Michelle's careful attention to detail hanging the skirt in the closet just made Emily that much more anxious.Michelle then stood outside the closet door and did a quiet striptease, letting Emily stand and watch as her skirt and blouse were gently hung next to hers. Now only in bra and panties, Michelle walked up to Emily and softly brushed her cheeks with her fingers. Emily was aching to touch.