As wonderful as he had felt the night before, he felt sad and confused tonight. What he was doing was wrong. It served no purpose. He rationalized tha... it also did no harm but was that true? It had gotten him thrown out of the house with very clear instructions not to come back. He didn't know what drove him to dress up but he wanted to shake it off. He put everything away in a box that night, including the new things he had bought and his precious wig. He had every intention of throwing it out. " At that moment, Sophie came around a corner pulling David by his hand.I said, "We're all here. Let's sit down and talk."David gave me a hug and said, "Do you know what this is about?"I responded, "Yes and no. Let's hear George out." My husband nodded. I sat down beside him leaning on his shoulder. I loved my Bennie Dad but David was, for me, an even better rock. We listened.George started out. "We're not sure where this is going or even if it should. However, Sophie and I have made a strong. It was getting dark and as time went on his pace quickened. There had been mysterious killings around his village the past few weeks. Men found bloodied, and broken in the streets. The weirdest thing about it is that they had a smile upon their faces, even in death they seemed happy. His small house, more of a shack, came into view, and his shoulders dropped some from relief. He opened the door, and shut it behind him. Finally feeling at ease he strips off his shirt and throws it in. There cam an occasion when Teresa blithely confessed that she was not averse to warming up with a spanking session. I declined an invitation to join in, but watching his hand descending on her bottom - John liked her to be wearing the black knickers - helped prepare me, too, for what followed. John, courteous, patient, Big John with his huge cock, and wise, uninhibited Teresa, with her fertile imagination, never left me unsatisfied, always sent me away eager for the next time.There was ,.