I bet Mike found out about him and paid him off, but that would be a real change for my cheap ass husband. He kept me on such a tight financial leash ...hat it was nearly impossible for me to keep my head held high in society, let alone be one of its fashion leaders. I know I'm a laughing stock because my Jag is now nearly 3 years old and I only get two shopping trips a year to the designer shops in New York. Cheap bastard! There was also Mike's puerile insistence that I stop "partying" and start. Fortunately the cops were on the other end after abt 3-5 mins she knocked the door. I opened and she quickly came in I wasted no time and hungrily sucked her lips. I bit them in my extacy she gave a low cry the heat was increased due to the speed of the super fast express and the smell of the dirty bathroom. I asked her if she had a problem with the bad smell she replied, god!This smell drives me crazier” she then in 1 stroke took my t’s off and pulled down my shorts. I wanted to rip her nighty. .." she cried out. "Honey!" Her breath caught in her throat; her legs strained, twisting in the sheets. A small circle formed on the sheets below her back as she perspired. She lifted one hand to her face, bit down on the fist, let out a long moan. "Holy shit," she panted. "Oh fuck!Honey! Honey, I need you..." Not yet," came the whisper from between her legs. "Just wait." The tongue returned to its work."Oh, goddammit!" the princess cried out, pushed back farther. She bit down harder on her. And betrayal too - like, how could Mark, who professed hislove for me so many times, and who as much as admitted that he liked boysbetter than girls, turn around and take up with his ex-girlfriend justlike that? And after all that shit about not wanting me to change my sex ...That night I convinced myself that I'd lost Mark for good - and that no'normal' man would ever love me. After all, I was nothing but a freak ...not really a girl, and no longer a real boy either. And I could never havekids.