I had no choice but to make up crap, because it seems to me that the only things that have "social relevance" in mainstream America are money, sex and...religion. Politics is a subset of money, and I have suspicions about religion not being as distinct from the other two as it should be. None of which have anything to do with truth, let alone "Truth", whatever the hell the capitalization means!After the last exam, I drove to the jewelry store that 3B's Julia had one day casually pointed out as. I get turned on by the concept that my wife is a sexual slave to the point that she would do things I tell her even though she really doesnt want to. This is where it all started: she has a twin sister, well call her Liz, who is also married. Both of these girls are fairly submissive and normally have no sex drive. Her twin sisters husband, well call him Bob has the same tastes I do. We were both horny, year and a half ago we have traded pictures, videos, and stories of our wives, and let me. I was really happy after all that shopping. When I arrived home I triedevery garment I bought and decided to throw away some old stuff. It tookme a little while to get used to wearing the high heeled boots, and itmade me walk like Marcia. Obviously the g-strings became my favoriteunderwear. Something was not OK, I had always be an ordinary guy andshopping was disgusting for me but know I just wanted to shop again. I didn't saw Marcia for couple of weeks and in those weeks my chestbegan to hurt,. The conversation came to an end and he looked a little embarrassed, I leaned forward and simultaneously put my left arm across his shoulders as my right hand touched the inside of his thigh, he looked at me and I kissed him. It didn’t take him long to read the situation and his tongue was soon in my mouth as we snogged furiously.His hand moved onto my thigh as we kissed hard. After a few minutes I said “Shall we get in the back?” he nodded and opened his door. As we sat down we were soon in a.