(We had agreed that there was no point in my buying too manyof my own handbags and coats and that these were items we could share.)The bus journey was...uneventful and after about half-an-hour I foundmyself in the town centre. I headed for our largest department storeand made my way to the lingerie section. Initially I didn't know whereto start; there were so many racks of tantalising, wispy garments. So,in the end, I just took a deep breath and dived in. I had decided Iwanted to buy some. No – I won be a problem – just heartbroken. I have thought and planned this for a month or more.You have no idea how I envy you – I have even copied the way you shape your pubic hair. I want to be so much like you. I want to be you in every way with Mike.Well she said you have obviously been watching tonight – why don’t you do it right now.No – I want it to be special – on my birthday, I want it to be the best present I have ever had.He even told me you would not mind if I watched him and you. My dick was so far up her that when I looked down, all I could see was about half of her asshole buried in my pubic hair. She groaned, but over the noise Beth was making, you couldn't hear her from the bed."Jesus, look at the way Beth is coming." She turned her head a bit as she said that, but kept her eyes pinned to the door. I could feel her pussy pulsing as I stood there, watching Beth come was getting to the both of us. Mrs. Finley was up on her knees and holding Beth up through a series of. I'm having a little trouble following your logic, Cynthia," I admitted. "Which is it?" I was lying to keep you from being hurt! The sex was just that. No love, no real connection. It was a biological function. That's all," she reasoned."You mean like shitting all over me is a biological function? I shouldn't take it personally?" Gil, please think this over before you do anything rash," pleaded Cynthia. "I could lose my job. Kurt could lose his job, and his marriage. His parents are our.