For the first time I realized the lies I told about my school days might come back to haunt me. Marlene assured me she was an old friend who would ma...e me very welcome, "Don't worry" she went on to say something like, "Margaret's a good old girl like the rest of us. Inwardly I groaned, I never knew the woman's first name, to me she was 'Miss Sharp,' (we called all female teachers 'Miss' in those days). She would introduce herself to a new class at the start of the year by saying, "Sharps my. He told me everything and I couldn't believe how lucky he was! In fact I sometimes used to think about him doing all those things to her when I was wanking, it was a big turn on.My own experience of going "close to home" was quite a long relationship with my wife's close friend. Christine was a very attractive woman, very slim with small tits and shoulder length red hair. Completely the opposite of my wife, who was a cuddly 16 with big heavy tits. They had actually known each other since. Obviously if the slut is not eager and happy to serve men like it was born to do, it must be malfunctional and therefore must be put down. It's not like it matters very much though. Like I said, they're all a dime a dozen.Cunts and whores are solely the property of men. Most households own a total of 4 cunts: a dishwasher, a urinal, a washing machine, and a standard slave cunt. However, all cunts are interchangeable because since birth they are all trained with the same capabilities of pleasing. “Hi Erin. Paul is not here. He never got on the plane in Houston. I called his phone and it went straight to voice mail. They don’t have any indication that he is on a standby list. I am on my way home.”“Ok.” Erin sounded very calm.When Lynn arrived at home she ran into her wife’s arms and began to cry. They held each other for a long time before Erin led Lynn to the kitchen and got her a cup of coffee.“You are awfully calm, sweetie.” Lynn sobbed.“I guess I knew something was going to happen,.