Her conical tits were almost as big as her mother's, but then again my sister always was kind of petite and her tits were what you'd call "a nice mout...ful." Jodie's looked just as delectable. Her cute twat was pink too as Cindy's but slightly plumper and her pussylips gaped open slightly, giving me a good clear view of her inviting pink cuntslit.With a giggle, Jodie turned around and sat her gorgeous ass on my belly, so that my cock lay pulsing up between her slender thighs. It pressed hotly. Mark grabbed a box of pizza and we left.Mark drove us home. Once we got on the expressway Mark said. "I reallymade a mess of things, didn't I?"I replied. "I thought we could use those rings to indulge our curiosityand keep things casual, too. Well, not, 'too'. We were the same personthen." Right," Mark said. "This is insane. It's got to be worse for youthough." I guess I haven't had much time to think about it," I said. "Sheesh,I'm actually going to have to learn to live as a woman."Mark said.. "Hillier shrugged. "Sure, but one phone call..." He left that hanging."Ambrose, I'm fine with you taking the journal. But not yet. There are things I need to do with it first. I have plans. If you feel anything for this man, let me have it. I can do things you can't. Things that need to happen. There needs to be retribution and restitution and I can make that happen. Legally." She added that last word. "Let me do this." Legally. You sure about that?" Oh yes. Completely. Ethically up the wazzo,. As often as she possibly could. She recalled something Willis had texted her after she left Florida regarding her husband. She'd told him about her husbands virulent racism, as well as about his long neglect of her sexual needs, and Willis had replied, without any hesitation: "He's a cuck. Forget about him. You've got something much better now!"Yes, she thought as she walked down the sidewalk. My husband is a cuck. He was definitely now a cuck (though not perhaps in the strictly technical sense.