.. When I'm screwing my husband… I fantasize being doing it with you priest… my fantasy is you Sir.The whole structure of my being faltered, and t...e desire to possess that female increased. I was feeling a tremendous desire to have her kneel at my feet, sucking my hard cock, for remission of her “sin”. Such a thing had already been farther from happening. Now I would just have to conduct the conversation very cautiously, looking for that she would become hornier, so that she would be herself to. (The monster begins it's approach!!! It can creep about 4 feet every 10 seconds, and it's about 50 feet away!)Marlene: Eeck! It can MOVE?(The creature continues it's waddle towards the girl.)Tim: Marlene has been intimidated!!!Marlene: Oh god, what's going on?(Marlene walks back and backs back into the door. Realizing she had no escape route, she looks back at the monster as a single tentacle protrudes from it upwards into the air, 5 feet.(Marlene steadies herself and goes into a defensive. ’ She smiled and kissed me again and was gone. I heard the sound of her heels receding down the corridor and smiled complacently to myself. She was probably on my side by now. ********* The next morning she was crisp and distant and professional. I didn’t dare risk even a wink and made sure I paid close attention to the team she was introducing. As she presented them formally I made mental notes. Three guys and four girls, all under thirty, all keen as mustard and anxious to shine. Young. The man's feet, narrowly squeezed into silver-accented women's sandals, lithely danced across the kitchen floor towards the wife. She could just make out the outline of her bra and underwear beneath the tightly-worn dress. The wife cringed at the silhouetted bulge of the man's clearly unfeminine crotch. "Men do not wear dresses," she said to him coldly. "Your name is Herbert and not Helen. Now go put on your own clothes this instant."The man had never liked his wife's cold, scolding voice. He.