You got to tell your whore friends how stupid we all were. Good Memories again? It was a quarter of a century of good times for Dawn and her sluts and...bulls.How you must have planned to make sure that I was not the one to breed you, you had the bulls for that job, I was just a servant working my ass off to give you time to fuck someone else, make that five someone's, away from me. Good Memories?I destroyed every picture I could find of you and I, and of the children with you too. Every vacation. Her nimble fingers got his tie loosened and his shirt unbuttoned in a matter of seconds, tossing both aside the moment that she could, his muscle shirt following close after to leave him undressed from the waist up as her lips met his once more in a passionate kiss, her fingers sliding down his chest gently. A soft moan escaped his lips as her fingers teased over his nipples, knowing better than to move, he knew that she was taking what she needed and he wanted nothing more than to give her. . with our girls. Yes, that's perfectly all right." She knocked over her pen jar. "Oh, dearie. Yes, I'm sorry, I'm a little flustered."I smiled at her, reassuring. "Of course, of course." Who wouldn't be flustered when a man walks in wanting to fuck your students.She pulled out a binder labeled, "Visitor Badges," from a drawer. She dug around the spilled pens and found a permanent sharpie and wrote, "Mark, Pussy Scout," on the badge and peeled it off the page. "This needs to be worn at all. He wants me to get my cock cut off and turned into apussy. It's the logical next step, but the idea horrifies me. It wouldmean losing the last miserable vestige of the man I once was. I would,finally, be utterly lost to myself. Yet there would surely be advantages.Dave would have another hole to fuck me in. Maybe my poor, abused arseholecould take a rest after all these years. And maybe Dave will fuck me fromin front more often if he doesn't have to look at my penis. I do so love towatch.