Often, the wives of sissies felt guilt at having to bring their husbands here. That they weren't good enough wives: it was all her fault. And in those...cases, Chanazene knew it wasn't true. They were good enough it was their husbands who needed to 'be improved'.If it wasn't that, it was the other way, with the wife standing haughtly, sissifying her husband, because no one, would ever be good enough for her, unless he was like Mel Gibson and the money that would come with it. She would feel pity,. He fingered me in front of his friend, which turned me on. I loved that thrill. The idea of being caught or watched or turning someone else on made me so wet. The movement was obvious. I looked at his roommate who was smiling and squirming. I began to moan slightly. That was Steven's cue. He took my hand and led me to his room and closed the door.We tore each other's clothes off. And kissed. Hard. He laid me down and kissed my tits. His BBC slid in my wet pussy. I moaned. Loud. Knowing his. Her husband had left her two years prior. Sally was very matter of fact about her life, and told me not to feel sorry for her, when my expression betrayed my sadness at her plight. She was a modern young woman, fiercely independent, and no man was going to run her life again. As my tee time approached, I didn't feel like playing so much; I was enjoying Sally's company. She was smart, attractive, and a little bit flirty. I was feeling like a young man again, and a woman was showing interest in. I knew he would like it if I offered Joe in the package and sure enough, after thinking about it, "Why not" he answered and resumed kissing me. When I returned to my desk I called Joe and told him about Charles coming by and he said it was fine. The day passed so agonizing slow as I thought how much I wanted Charles cock in my mouth and cunt again and how much I would enjoy watching Joe suck and fuck him too. When the day ended I sped home and no sooner got changed into a sexy bustier,.