She fears for her man, her husband. She did not know of the crime that he has done, she only wishes to protect him, and she feels she should not say t...is for that reason. It makes deep conflict in her. I hear again her voice, the words she says, I see in my mind her movements and how she holds herself, and I am sure.Again I rise in night, and go to other room, living room. There I go over again and again in my mind. Yes, I am sure, I know this to be so; I should have known this then, I should. I was so occupied with my sexual pleasures I ignored girls until high school. All I ever noticed was what they were wearing. Oh sure! I had a few puppy loves but they didn't feel the same and I felt resentment at having to do the approaching. It made me feel like a beggar asking to be loved. I didn't want to have to ask. I began envying them for their freedom to act as they wanted and the fact that boys offered them affection without being asked. Us boys couldn't play with dolls, that was. A few minutes of pumping with legs spread wide, then he turned me over to my left facing the sofa and the full length mirror, and he held my right ankle and put it on his shoulder. We both looked at ourselves in the mirror and then at each other.He made me remove my top. He smiled and pushed his dick deep in me. I couldn't take my eyes off the mirror. It was like watching a CD/tranny porn movie. I touched myself and I was soo hard. After another few minutes of pinding he turned me over in. CHAPTER 9. HIS STORY She came out of the bedroom wearing only the bathrobe and stood in front of me. I knew then that she really was going to go through with the bet. I stood up and took hold of the belt that was keeping the robe closed. I slowly pulled on it letting the robe open. As it fell to the floor I saw her shiver. She still takes my breath away with her beauty. We had not had sex for a week, and my need for her was demanding that I lay her on the floor and have her now. However, I.