“Take off your blouse and show me your tits,” he demanded.With his cock bobbing obscenely in front of her gasping mouth she did as ordered and qui...kly plucked at the buttons of her white blouse. She slipped the cotton shirt from her shoulders and her large breasts supported by her sensible bra were exposed. As the garment fell to the floor so did a large glob of juice dribble from his cock to coat her cleavage. She smiled to see it and undid the clasp of her bra.Mark was equally impressed at. How do you know what she wants?"Kathleen is in charge of my life, you might say. I like it that way. You'd be sorry if you thought I was a wimp, though. The Gulf War (the first one, I mean) was enough to convince me the Army wasn't going to be my calling, but I did learn some useful skills.I write about some of it. I might not be Tim O'Brien, but I'm not too bad, either. People pay me for my stuff.Kathleen had proposed the terms early in our marriage: "John, you write and I'll run things,. In your large Georgian house I dithered. My normal good girl was fightingwith the needs of my wicked side. I wanted you to sweep me up and take me toyour bed in your arms but I was scared to death that you would. A coffee anda talk, maybe leading gradually to more was preferable I thought. You didn'twait for me, you took me immediately upstairs. Inside your room you took meloosely in your arms and ran your hand over my breast; I felt my nipple swellin excitement. I didn't know what to do, my. I did read them all and even opened up notepad to keep track of their emails and names. I planned to use this auto-reply script I had found that sends the same message to lots of people, but creates an email per person and fills in their names. The emails all seemed to taper off after about a week and then I started getting emails with attachments.These were a little more interesting. Almost all of them were from girls in various summer clothes or bathing suits. When I looked through them I.