I had never noticed that John had shaved his ass and legs, my husband was another mans bitch. I drove around a while longer before seeing a adult book...store, and in that instance I knew what I was going to do. I stopped in the parking lot and began to laugh to myself thinking, Johns a pillow biter, a fucking sissy husband and he is getting cock, big fucking cock! I went inside the shop and picked up something to make my faggot husband pay for being a liar. I arrived home shortly and this time. God, I loved the men....and the things that they did to me. How I loved the smell of a man, the taste of a man. How I loved to kiss them, feel their tongues pierce my lips. And to excite them.......and to get them hard......and to suck their cocks and lick their balls.....to feel them inside of me and to feel them explode inside of me. How hot that made me. How uncontrollably hot. It seemed that all of my waking hours now were centered on these thoughts. Becoming the woman that I longed to be. I introduced myself as Andy's mom and stuck out my hand. He smiled shyly, shook my hand but his eyes never left my chest. This neither surprises nor offends me as I have seen this reaction for so many years I hardly even notice. I certainly wasn't dressed to kill, wearing a simple mid thigh white skirt and red blouse that buttons down the front. What did surprise me was the fact that he had yet to speak. Oh well, I thought, the strong silent type. I went to work unloading the cleaning supplies. I can't help but move my hips against u, grinding trying to find some release. My movememts & the smell & taste of my skin makes you grow even harder...almost to the point of pain. My moaning & movements become more needy... You spin me around once more kissing me harshly on the mouth as ur pleasure & pain has turned to need. You take me by the hand & gently lay me down across the bed. U take in the entire view of my full naked body...my porcelain white smooth skin with all my curves, my.