This may be hard to believe, or maybe not, but from a young age I knew that I did not want to be with a woman unless I was going to be with her foreve.... I never wanted a bunch of notches on my belt or bedpost or whatever form the scoring took. Not to say this was easy, hell I am human and I have urges, but without the connections, the urges were not directed at a person only a dream. So I guess you could say you are my dream girl. But even with that I can't marry you, what I can say is I will. I had wanted him. I had no regrets. “I was just glad that it was with you. It turned out all that stuff really didn't matter. Even with those bizarre versions of Petra and Melissa watching us, I felt your love. It felt so...” A breathiness entered my voice. My heart fluttered. All these emotions that I normally tried to ignore were bubbling up through me. My nipples ached, my areolas feeling so puffy and itchy. In my pussy...My pussy needed to be touched. Stroked. Penetrated.“I promise when. She came big time, jacking her cunt face down while we again ravaged her cunt and ass. It was all beautiful and I hoped for more. She had different ideas and later we talked and she drew a line - no more play with another cock except as fantasy. From that time, and though my perfect submissive otherwise, there was only fantasy cock talk between us. When a wife draws a line - you can only respect it. That didn't end the marriage, but in hindsight it was the beginning of the end.All these visions. The girl chose several dresses to try on and Tammy led herto the dressing rooms. Once there the girl said, "Could yougive me a hand with these; some of them have back zippers."Tammy stepped into the dressing room behind the girl, hecould not believe this. She began to undress in front ofhim. As her dress fell to the floor, he saw that she waswearing the cutest yellow bra and panty set. It was a shelfbra, and her pert, teen nipples were sticking out for allto see. The panties were bikini cut,.