Who else will help you tell me?P: ok listen, but promise that you will never ask to anyone about it.I: ok promise.P: actually when we get intimate, he... accepts that I also should involve which I try my best but he feel that I am not co-operating him, and he feels that only he is doing all the things.I: hummm. Ok tell me how much you involve? I mean what activity you do?P: what? How can I tell you all that? It’s private.I: don’t bother tell me I will help you.P: hmmmP: ok listen it starts with. Maybe my hair will be so thick that I won't have to wear a ski cap this winter after all."***I bounded up the stairs to Dr. Montero's lab in the Edison building that fateful morning with a song in my heart. My 3.4 GPA was in good shape and soon my hair would be too although she had not mentioned how long it would take as yet.Opening the door, I saw her seated behind her desk going over some papers. She looked up and greeted me. "Good morning Mr. Davis." Good morning Doctor. You can call me O.D.. I grabbed an ass cheek in each hand and pulled them open to watch my cock piston in and out of her cunt and really began to pick up the pace. It wasn't long until I was pounding into her like my life depended on it. With each powerful thrust, my balls would flick into her creating a wet slapping sound and soon this was the only sound in the room besides Miley's constant grunts. "Oh god, oh god, don't stop fucking me like that, harder, faster, FUCK" Miley stammered away as I treated her like a. Karen had been divorced for over two years and had not made love with a man since. Two years was a long time but after sixteen years with John the idea of being with another guy didn’t appeal anymore. It wasn’t that he was mean or abusive or a bad lover and ruining her for life that way. No, something down deep just never felt quite right during that time together and maybe that in some way also contributed to the end of the relationship. During her marriage she never masturbated. Somehow, that.