Just like I love Angelique and just how I love you," I affirmed. I crawled forward and kissed Lenore on her nose and then turned my head to give her a...gentle kiss on the lips.Lenore froze. I started to pull away, my heart breaking from the rejection. I had closed my eyes when Ashley yelped and I was driven back against the wall of the tree house hard enough to cause the branches holding the floor to shake. As I tried to get my bearings my face was covered in light loving kisses."What?" I asked. But she only fingered herself and didn’t reply to my story.However, after a month or two another story of mine was published, she read it and really liked it a lot. Something deep down inside her told her to give it a try.For the 1st time, she messaged an author on ISS. I was lucky to be that person. She replied to me and told me my stories about MILFs really turns her on.Meghna was quite shy and scared at first, which was totally natural for a beginner. I began to ask her, about her life, if. Lupe still comes when my wife is going to be out, but now I am required to serve her orally as well, and she likes having her ass pampered even more than my wife does. I’m afraid I’m becoming addicted to being their body slave. I actually crave those demeaning encounters with them. My own sex life has finally been restarted, if you can call it that. Angel lets me attempt masturbation, even though she knows that, no matter how much I can stimulate myself, I’m not capable of finishing that way.. Hidden carefully under my bed were notebooks full of love letters to him that would never be sent, pictures of the two of us in multi-coloured crayons, large pink hearts with our names inside and, of course, pages and pages where I had tried out my new signature; the one I would have once we were married.Mrs. Robyn Preston. Mrs. Jonathan Preston. Robbie Preston. Mr. & Mrs. J. Preston.It was about the only respect in which my behaviour could ever have been considered ‘girly’. I despised myself.