Now we have sex once a week, the same way each time. I go on top, thrust away until I cum, and then roll off her, always lights out. Like last night... if I try to break out of our routine I am shut down. I realise the more we got invovled with this church, the less sex I have had. I can’t even remember the last time I saw my wife’s pussy, tits or ass. Last night, Jill reminded me what is was like to be a real man. To want to see, taste, feel and smell a woman. I go for a second cup, and I. You would look exactly like that,you and your long hair in a low boy pony tail would look every bit asterrified as me, and she would never know. She would not have to call mymom, because she would believe she had done to me what she was asked todo, and you - well, you will have learned that it is not just ahairstyle. You will learn what it is like when someone tries to make agirl out of you."I told her she was crazy. I told her I would never do it. She grabbed myarm and twisted it behind my. Possibly the most worldly of the three, she was certainly more gregarious and the one most likely to go after something she wanted from the opposite sex. Not that I knew this at the time.I heard them long before I saw them, chattering away at the tops of their voices as I wrote a few equations on the blackboard.“Hello. Take a seat and let’s see where you’re up to,” I greeted them when they entered only to be interrupted a few seconds later by the entry of Susan Hatchett, who, I suspected,. “Though, maybe not together.”“No. I’m not moving,” I said. I couldn’t lose the only things that made my life bright. That house anchored me to school and my friends. Harold sold my mother, he wouldn’t do the same with everything else I loved. “I can’t move, not now. I want my house.”“I need to be paid, and the house is his, not yours. Funny how he’s willing to sell your ass before his house.”Bete had a point, and it gave me the beginnings of an idea. As far as I knew, Harold was free and.