Instead he asked me, “So what are you going to do?”“I guess, just what we have always said, I stated. “We’ll play it by ear, have as much fu... and sex as we can, and you have to take comfort in knowing that I am your sex wife”“Yeah, what the hell? Someone might get a little play in the hay with you, but I am your Friday Husband, every Friday.”This became an honor and right to Reef, but husband was a strong word, though this was not probably the right time to say anything. While I had gone to get. So, when one day on my desk at work, I found a nice, antiqued envelope, with “Signorina Clara Coletti” written in gothic fonts, I was in heaven. Inside there was the invitation for the Ball. I was so excited at the idea of being invited to a Ball, in a real castle. WOW! I looked online for a place where to rent the dress and immediately called to fix an appointment with the owner.When I arrived at the store, a charming woman welcomed me, "Ms. Coletti, welcome to my store “Abiti Antichi”. I really needed to vent this for public viewing for my own personal lust. I have become a slut, whore, sex slave, pussy loving, asshole pounding and licking, swinger, big tit loving, cock sucking, cum swallowing, sperm slurping, dildo/viberator in my ass loving grown man, and I am not one bit ashamed and I am even proud and eager for all to know how free and pleasurable my open sex life and craving really is. This is my new site. I will be posting some things little by little, so as this page. I had woken with a hard-on, and decided to take as long as possible playing without coming. So every time i got too close i had to stop and let it simmer for a while. I decided i wanted to be daring and walked out of the bedroom, and stood naked in the hall touching myself. wondering what to do i went and found my dads secret stash of magazines and flipped through them, studying a few select images. But this was not quenching my desire today, i wanted more inter action with my penis, and so.