Their clothesare all dull and plain. None of them wear any kind of makeup. They haveno place to go and nothing to do but work and go to church. Who ca... livelike that?Of course, the worst of them is Hannah. She's hated me from the verybeginning. It never mattered what I did or said; it was always wrong.She either got mad or started crying. I can't remember how many timesI've made her cry. I think sometimes she does that to make me feelguilty. Well I don't. Why should I? I'm trying to live my. Then she raised her legs and lowering my cock I touched her pussy lips with the head of my cock."Yes" she nodded giving her approval.And I pushed down and my cock entered her pussy, slipping into her wet warm hole."Oh yeah" sighed Mrs winter.Then I started to fuck her, pumping her pussy steadily with a nice rhythm as I held her legs up getting a good access to her wet cunt."Oh yeah...oh yeah" she moaned as I fucked her shaven pussy right beside her sleeping drunk husband on their wedding. .. I think you are bullshitting me ... no one...".I cut her off "You asked me to tell you in detail about a very private and wonderful moment shared between people who trust each other ... and you call me a liar"."Oh ... oh ... sorry ... I didn't mean it that way ... I'm sorry" she blurted out, attempting to backtrack on her comments.We just looked at each other, not speaking for the next couple of minutes.Jacinta broke the silence saying "I am just jealous ... I would love to be in her. Ven though I was a football lineman in high school and then at a smallcollege, I always knew I had an urge for womens clothes and beingsubmissive. I recall having thoughts of being in a cage in my parentsback yard as my friends played hide and seek. I used to snitch stuff andthen go into the woods to an abandon house to dress up. The risk of beingfound and used was such a rush.But there was one Halloween - I was probably 16 or 17, I mustered up thecourage to go out trick or treating. My.