In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ll be fantasizing about today for the rest of my life. It could have something to do with the fact that I’ll never ha...e the cojones to ever do it again. Or, perhaps it’s because I wreaked havoc tonight with the leather and bondage I’m not usually brave enough to watch someone else do, let alone try it myself. That, and the way she orgasmed. Again and again and again. What, might you ask, was so horrible that shattered my good guy control? Purple-colored nail polish.. Those fun but guilty feelings that you just have to do something.You have to feel those feminine fabrics and nylons against your skin. Iwas constantly looking at the beautiful t-girls on the internet andwanting to have that feeling again.I started buying outfits, a wig, make up, and everything else I needed.I would dress up in the evenings my wife was not home. I would takepictures of myself and post them on the internet for others to admire. Ifound a workout tape that really focused on the. ......Your head is thrown back against the rock, eyes closed in absolute bliss, a crimson stain flushing your cheeks, the tall tale colour of a woman well satisfied and coming down from a convulsive release.I lean my forehead against yours"Hayley, you ok?" Your concern touches me deeply..........."Never been better" you sigh languidly and place a warm kiss against my damp throat." I was rough ..."Shaking your head, you bite your bottom lip and lick at the spot....." Mmmhm no, I asked for it you. "Momma don't like me sayin' them words 'cause it ain't proper. Says folk will end up callin' us "trash." Maybe we is trash but that don't mean we ain't happy. Sure, times can get rough, loss of jobs, bills to pay, what have you. But me and momma always come out on top.Ever since my daddy left us seven years ago, momma's been going through a bad spell drinkin' and all. Said it broke her heart how daddy left her for that cock-sniffer, Ginnie Wallace.Momma's 54 now and I'm 26. I work over at.