We take all that time and use it to maximize using me as the sex object in his life.My husband is my rock in our hedonistic pursuits, surrounding gett...ing sexually used by him and other men all the time. In fact, I call my husband “Rock,” as in “rock hard cock.” Ultimately, my mood is irrelevant and the places I have it limits my choices. But I still always want it. My husband Rock likes to describe his role in our lives like this: Imagine a zealous and perpetually horny but clueless and. "Ok my dear, you can serve us." Withtears filling up my eyes I took a deep breath and grabbed the shinysilvery tray full of pasta and sauce and backed my way out the swingingdoor to the table. The whole table erupted in laughter as I madeterrified eye contact with each girl."Well, what's your name sweetie?" Michelle stood up and introduced meto everyone. "Ladies meet out new trainee or should I say Tranny,Frances!" Oh, that's a great name for her Michelle. Does Miss Palermo call herFrances?". He was my everything and I couldn’t wait to talk to him, to see his face, to see the look in his eyes when I smile. Everything he does drives me crazy!One lonely night of writing fantasies and waiting for him to come on Skype, I started touching myself. I couldn’t help it, the anticipation was killing me. I read a story and was getting wetter and wetter thinking of the characters being me and him, his dick getting hard for me, inside me, touching me, wanting me. The thoughts made me touch. “What?” asked the girls. “I dated your aunt Eve before I met Vanessa’s mom, and I know Mrs J is not a prude.”“Fuck off!” said Cherry, before Alice smacked her on the shoulder.“Manners!”“It’s OK,” I flagged Mrs Jones over. “Jinette, you’ve been accused of being a prude. Should I defend your… honour?”“Tell them about the drive in,” she said, and was about to turn. “Who ever filled your head with the idea that I was a prude?”Jinnette was no prude. She may be in her late 50s, but she still has.