A'moth turned to her. "Something wrong?"Isabelle nodded and wobbled again. "I'm so sleepy. I don't know why." She smiled and tried to make a joke. "Ma...be I'm Dorothy approaching the Emerald City. Where's my dog?" She looked at the ground for a moment and then laid herself on the ground. A'moth stared at her in astonishment as she thought Isabelle was pretending to go to sleep."Isabelle, we don't have time..." A'moth suddenly realized Isabelle was not playing. She rushed over and examined. Things had obviously changed in ourhousehold of late.How could I face any of the neighbors again wondering which ones hadwitnessed my sprint to the road dressed in the skirt? And equallyembarrassing, heard my ass whipping and my wife's order to carry thegarbage out. And most embarrassing of all, me submissively carrying outmy wife's orders like a whipped puppy.I was no longer the man of the house, she now wore the pants in. "In the bathroom," she answered, pointing to the door. The bathroom was right next to her room, on the second floor of the building, so we went there quickly. It had a large, ornate standing mirror in one corner and I placed her in front of it, wrapping my arms around her as my hands ran down the front of her body, showing her where to touch herself. She gasped as I cupped her breasts, rolling and squeezing her nipples between forefinger and thumb, pulling them slightly. My tongue started. However, maybe he'd like to fuck me. At this point, I'm just really hungry for sex. I really don't even care who I have it with. I do find the doctor incredibly handsome. I guess you could say, I have a bit of a crush on him.I even dream about getting fucked. I love to imagine that somebody is behind me and they pull my hair and enter into my vagina. They grab my breasts while they fuck me hard and fast. I can almost imagine myself getting fucked like that when I'm fantasizing. My panties are.