I love going downtown and soon I’m savoring thesweetest pussy I’d tasted in a long time. She’s looking for my dick and begins gro...ing andwhen she finds it says she wants to go down on mebecause her husband won’t let her do it to him. Who amI to say no. I’m eating her like a man who hasn’teaten in weeks and she’s doing the Debbie Does Dallasroutine on me. This goes on for a while and then she says shewants ‘it’ and lifts hers legs and. With my girl dressed this way, I could hardly contain my desire for her. Taking her own hairbrush from her dresser, I ordered her to face the full-length mirror we have hanging on the back of the bedroom door. She braced herself by putting her gloved hands on the upper corners of the mirror and then spread her long, stocking legs. As she stood with her eyes glued to her own reflection, I positioned myself behind and to one side of her and gently ran my hand across the smooth skin of her bare. In fact, on the off chance that I was going out after work, I always invited her along. More often than not she declined and tried to guilt trip me into coming home.It went on and on. Then on other nights when I'd come home, or on my nights off, she was just the sweetest person in the world. I couldn't understand it. I grew to hate the Jekyll and Hyde personality that the liquor brought on. I began to feel sorry for her, because she obviously had a problem and I couldn't seem to help her. No. "There's something I forgot to tell you," Dolly growled as she turned around abruptly grabbing his neck with her big wolf paw, her claws pushing into his throat threateningly.She held him in mid-air with her super strength, glowing hunter eyes penetrating into his terror-stricken eyes."P, p, p, please let me go, Dolly. I swear I won't tell anyone," Phillip sputtered and pleaded desperately in a choked voice."Poor Philip, afraid of the Big Bad Wolf? What's the matter? You thought you were the.