Hug me, kiss me. Make my damn pain go away. Fuck my penis, I hated it! It was the one that got me into this mess. If I just let my mind control my...body and not my penis, I could be sleeping now. No pain. Wake up in the morning and go over to see her. Watch TV. Talk with her. Laugh with her. Touch her skin; just her hand would be the entire world to me. If I could just smell her, maybe my pain would go away.Everything changed so fast. I was having sex with her little sister. Fuck. I've worshipped now few boots and shoes in my life - but always andonly when they've been worn by a woman. Not when worn by a man."That's it sissy, breathe that scent in fully. You smell that leather?You smell that polish? Those are on my boots. The boots I am wearingwhen I mount this little bitch here at the end of these reins I hold.The boots I wear when I take your girl and make her scream from howwell I fuck her. Close your eyes sissy and breathe in only throughyour nose. That's it. I pushed on the sofa and started smooching her. Her tender lips were chewed and sucked and bitten. Then I went below to such her boobs. Oofff what an experience sucking an married women’s boobs.She moved her hands all over my back into my pants, my head and everywhere.Suddenly she pulled me up and opened my pant and pulled off my underwear. My small bro sprang out as a spring. She caught hold of my dick and started moving to and fro while I was lying on the sofa.She took my dick in her mouth. "This is quite unusual in this neighborhood. Why do you want to search my house?" Sir, there has been a murder and I am investigating it. These officers are assisting me. Is there any reason you would deny my request?" asked Detective Cook."Well, yeah! Because I can. Because I don't want a bunch of strangers wandering around my house. Because the floors are clean and I want to keep them that way or my wife will give me hell when she gets up," I responded. "How about them reasons?" How about I.