Hopefully you can humiliate me and expose me as I am aching to have done by another femaleI would LOVE to send you my slutty pics and beg you to share...them with everyonewill you give me the honor of having me send you my Facebook login and password to beg you to use it to send all my friends my slutty pics and humiliate and expose meLet me know nd thats this:I seem to find ALL THE DUMB NIGERIAN loser men pretending to be a female with their fake profiles abundant and there are tons more fake. She was adamant that she'd never leave him, and that she'd try her absolute hardest to make him not get rid of her, but she totally accepted that he had the right to stop the relationship whenever he wanted. She thought I was silly trying to explain that, because it was so obvious that he could. So she's not under the misapprehension that she's getting something permanent. That also means that if we do this, it's not like Mark will be making a lifelong commitment. So we can try it, then back. Her hips wiggled, her skirt rustling as she drew my panties down my thighs. The fabric caressed my skin. It felt incredible on me. I loved every moment of it.She pulled the underwear down to my knees. Rolled them past my calves. I stepped out of them, my cock bobbing before me, balls swaying. The tangy musk drifted up to my nose. I savored the scent of my arousal.What did she taste like?I knew I'd find out.“Mildred,” she groaned and brought those panties to her nose and inhaled them, too. Then. I wondered how I'd feel if someone had spied on me having sex with my wife. Ultimately I decided that it wouldn't matter if I didn't know about it. Just the same, I tried not to look back at them, but couldn't help myself from looking back at the house, though this time without the binoculars. I wondered if I should somehow clue them in on their privacy, or lack of it, when motion at another of the floor to ceiling windows caught my eye. This motion in a window on the second floor at the far.