I had it bad, real bad, and it seemed as though Polly had it just as bad. In addition to always wanting to be around each other Polly and I had a kill...r sex life. Even after six years it was still almost every day and we did everything including oral and anal. We couldn't keep our hands off of each other. Everyone said we were the perfect couple and everybody envied us. I was so happy and so much in love that I had completely forgotten my past three disasters and the black cloud that had. It all started when my wife told me that our daughter got her first pubic hair. We were lying in bed ready for sleep. But shes only 9., I said. Yes, I also got my first pubic hair at 9 or 10. And got my period at 11. My wife replied. Do you think she will show me?, I asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. No, and you shouldnt even ask her or me that, you perve. Ok?. Ok. But I could not get the thought out of my head. I was lying next to my wife in bed and all I could think about was. A few minutes later I had placed my order and I thought about Miss Shannon, a slave, a sex slave and in love with me. A month went by and I received a small manila-wrapped package, inside was a small cardboard box and a bottle. I read the instructions carefully. The product claimed to use a females olfactory senses to imprint love in her heart while also stimulating her sexual desires. It warned that this product should never be used for illicit purposes, screwing Shannon and using her like a. "How often do you dress?" Simone questioned. "Almost every day. Under those Armani suits that you say look great on me I am usually wearing sheer pantyhose or panties. The full transformation is reserved for the weekends." "Have you ever dressed for a girlfriend?" "Just once. She accused me of being a sick and twisted fuck as she stormed out the door. She broke up with me the next day." Simone embraced Andrea again and this time the kiss was longer and more intense. She felt Andrea's hands.