She had been punished for sneaking out to watch the dirty movies and vowed never to do it again. She had fought Satan and won!It was Sunday, the day s...e felt closest to her husband. Standing with the choir, she watched him at the pulpit, bellowing out his sermon. He seemed so powerful. Marge's eyes perused the congregation to observe the faces being inspired by her husband. But the warm smile on her face changed to a frown when she spotted Jack. And then she averted her eyes when he winked at. Blinking a few times, she was still unsure what happened. Did Stephen really leave her there, knelt on the kitchen floor, even to sleep there? Alone? She ran these thoughts through her head as she went about her usual morning routine.With the sharp smell of coffee brewing, she hobbled to the bathroom, to take a shower. To get rid of the slick feeling that was covering her skin.Feeling the bullets shoot from the shower-head, she had to use her total strength to remain standing.Pondering on how. He dropped my shorts and panties on the floor next to the rest of our vulgarly discarded clothes. His hands were all over me again. He caressed my tits and slid his fingers between my legs. I was squeezing his phallus in my hand as he entered my love hole with his finger. I moaned as he finger fucked my cunt while he stood over me. “Put it in your mouth and suck.” He suggested quietly. At thirteen I had heard of such a thing but didn’t know that much about cocksucking. I wasn’t sure what to. But not feminine enough for Chantal, it seemed. She reached into her own closet and brought out a chartreuse, quilted, goose-down coat, knee length and zippered down the front. Much more feminine looking with its nylon texture. It would be a wee bit short on me. Chantal is a tall woman at 5' 10", but still 2 inches shorter than me. She spritzed me with perfume, Nina Ricci's Airs du Temps."What are my colleagues going to think when they see me in this coat tomorrow?"Chantal drove me to the.