Well when I came out of the bathroom going into the living room to watch some tv. There he and I were face to face as he was in the dinning area. He...looked at me with a non expression stare at first the same I did with him. He asked what are u doing and why are u wearing those clothes. I didn't know what to say. I stammered out my answer like Ozzy Osborne. Ugh I don't know I just like wearing them because they feel good I guess. Not knowing if that was the right answer. He looked at me. "It better be a girl, so you'll have two women to deal with." He lifted me up with him. "It'll be a boy, and you'll love it that way," he made clear, yanking off my top and tossing it on the floor. His fingers slithered to my bra clasp and undid it. "You have a problem with that, floozy?" he asked, pulling it off me and dropping it. "No, you cheating bastard, but my pussy is the only one that your cock better ever sneak into, got it?" "Yes, I do, now shut up," he ordered me, pushing me back. "Lucky I decided to have a look through your computer at work," Marksnarled. "I see that you'd like to watch your wife being fucked by anotherman whilst you're dressed as a French Maid," he added."No, no it's just a fantasy of mine," I stammered.Mark was having none of it. "You better do as I say boy, if this gets out,you'll get the sack and Mary will leave you," he bellowed. It was likebeing back in school all over again Mark was calling the shots, and I wascowering down to him."Oh yes sir,. A new experience, a new thrill.Girls kiss, they always have ... it's not in passion ... it's friends. Guys shake hands, slap backs, even punch shoulders ... it's friends.Megan was still fingering that erect nipple with the gold collar exposing the areola ... permanent puffy tits ... puffy like Megan's but Megan was sixteen, puffy areola with surmounted nipples are a fairly normal situation in younger young women ... they are sensitive ... and they have a direct connection to the inner.