Ugly. Lonely. Depressed.*We'd got chatting in a bar after I'd accidentally trodden on her toe – both drunk but she more drunk than me – and admitt...d towards the end of the evening she'd had a rough time when she had been younger, hinted at abuse.Damaged and vulnerable, I'd concluded as I'd given her my mobile number - my kind of female.I'd met her the next day for a coffee in town and she'd been uglier than I'd recalled: beady little brown eyes too close together set in a pudgy round face with. I have to travel a lot on my job. Sometimes I have to travel to London or other UK cities. Sometimes I have to meet with colleagues there to discuss company strategy. Now that's the boring part of the story concluded!My wife and I have been together for 8 years. She is such a hot girl - I get excited thinking of her as much as I did when I first saw her. She's 30. About 5'9. Thin. Sexy. She has such a hot ass and her 34b tits are to die for. Firm and pert. She is a shy girl, who gets quite. Tammy (the other wife) even puts on a little show pushing a small bait minnow completely up her pussy. I dare her to see how many she can push up inside of herself. She actually got a dozen crammed up there before she stopped in a bit of a panic wondering how she would get them all back out again. So instead of minnows I used a fairly large mullet we had caught (a nice long rounded fish) as a dildo sliding it in and out of my very wet snatch actually enjoying the mild pain of the fins pricking. Tina slipped the suspender belt around her waist and clipped it together. She rolled the stockings over her legs and pulled them up as far as they would go. Next she clipped them into the suspenders. I reached inside the wardrobe and pulled out some black high heeled shoes. Nothing too high as I knew she would be doing some walking at least. As Tina donned the shoes I could sense a change in her, she was becoming more self-aware; more sexually charged. Her attire so far was highly erotic. She.