I imagined thoroughly corrupting her by breaking down her defenses until she submitted to her most animalistic desires. Some people may call giving in...to carnal pleasures a crisis of faith. I call it liberation.I am also married but in an open relationship. My wife knows all about Mandy and likes to tease me about her. We’ve even talked about bringing her home for a threesome but with Ted and Jesus in the mix, it always seemed more like some lame orgy. Plus, living in a small town requires. “It’s about…knee length,” she said.“Oh,” I mumbled.“You sound disappointed.”“I was hoping you’d have like a proper uniform, like the girls do, a white shirt…black shoes and a nice black or grey pleated skirt…the shorter the better,” I said with a wink. Sally threw her head back and laughed.“Ohhh I see, you want me dressed up like a school girl,” she still laughed.“Well…maybe, what’s wrong with that? I’d have lots of fun dressing you up, although I’d probably send you to school in a tiny tight. It wasn’t until then that I realized the guy was pretty short. I don’t mean shorter than me, I mean short. I’m not a tall guy by any means but this fella was a good twelve or more inches shorter than me.I told him of my predicament of needing the perfect tree for an imperfect wife and would appreciate his help in pointing me in the right direction.“I know what you mean. My wife and I have been married for a hundred and fifty years and there are days I can’t do anything right.”The cold and snow. ‘No, I don’t. Don’t pull in here! I’m naked!’ she responded with a little fear in her voice. I ignored her and pulled in, parking on the side of the little store. ‘Just sit there and act cool,’ I told her, ‘there’s no one here but us. I’ll be right back.’ I put the truck in park and turned it off, taking the keys with me just in case she got the idea to leave. When I stepped out of the truck, of course, the interior light came on and she shrieked, ‘Close the door! Close the door!’ I took my.