I'm sick of everyone being rude to me because I'm gay. Why should they call me names when they are probably never going to be fucked in their life? Th...y're all cunts...My cunt is so hairy now. I think I am going to shave it.I shaved my cunt. Its so smooth, I feel like a k** again.I've given up wearing panties. They just get drenched anyway.Mum caught me watching porn. She didn't care.I've given up wearing bras. They feel so uncomfortable.I pretty much don't wear clothes anymore. Mums okay with. Then he left…Now my asshole was well filled with warm seed; but my almost untouched cunt still needed some attention. The young guy was useless for me; he just wanted to feel a dick up his ass.And the old man was apparently spent. I moved away; but he grabbed my hand and said I could wait for him to recover his hardness… I looked down and saw that his cock was again getting hard. I grabbed it and smeared some Vaseline on the thick head. Standing there working his manhood with his hand. It was. It was one of many extravagant gifts from Sir Henry and had not, as yet, been worn. Poor Miss Scarlet, she’d been distraught when she’d accidentally caught her foot in the hem whilst trying it on. The tear wasn’t too bad though. I’d soon have it mended. I wondered how I’d look in something other than my black work dress. Standing in front of mother’s full length dressing mirror, I held Miss Scarlet’s gown against my body. I sighed, disappointed; it didn’t suit me. The pale pink colour made my. On Sunday, did she tell you what movie they saw?" I... I don't... remember if she did. She might have and I just wasn't paying attention." Do you know what time she got home?" Uh... no, I guess I was asleep when she came in. She was in bed when I got up in the morning but... I don't know when she got there."There were several moments of silence as Getz scratched out something on the note pad. My mind was in a whirl of unanswered questions but the overriding thought of my wife being unfaithful.