The black and white colouring of the printed note made it immediately clear that the letter was pre-written. All that was changed and added was a name... his name. He crumpled the note then jammed it in his pocket. He closed the mailbox then turned and walked forwards. The initial steps were difficult, almost mechanical. The note in his pocket had more weight than it should have as if gravity was pulling on it and him with more force. As Michael continued walking, a flood of memories rushed back. Fucking" she stammered i had that bed squeaking i pinned her to the bed with her legs up so i could fuck her pussy deeper.the bed began to urk aurk aurk aurka urka as i dig my dick deep in that pussy."uhhhhhh takin that fuckin pussy aren't i?" i asked.”oh my god this is fucking good fucking shit god my ex never screwed me this-" she stammered." this what?” I replied. she closed her eyes "mmmmmmmmm"she mumbled i drove my dick deep in that pussy“oh wow, uhhh you’re all up in my in box. "Shit. Where did they all go?" He winced."Never mind," I said, patting his hand. "They wouldn't fit anyway.There's got to be something in the bedroom. Sweat pants, a T-shirt,something."In the bedroom, we got an even bigger shock. There in MY closet weredresses and skirts and blouses. My guy clothing was all gone. "This isexactly the stuff I've been buying for Barbie," Dave whispered."Exactly. Only big enough to fit you now."I let him select the outfit--a soft, slightly fuzzy, sweater-kind. He was moving back and forth. From my vantage point I could see his dark buttocks moving in the grip of my wife’s white milky thighs and felt a deep happiness. Without being aware I was gently masturbating. Fareed took Shara’s pink nipple in between his teeth and bit on it. Shara cried but she implored him to go on. Her hips were raised and I could see his huge dick disappearing in her tight pussy. There was a trickle of blood as Shara’s tight chut was bleeding with this monster cock’s.