That’s okay. It’s one way to live our lives. And we didn’t go looking for this thing with Jason. Well, not this anyway. But it found us, and...it’s here, and we have to work out what to do, baby.”Claire was still looking intently into my eyes, waiting for me to finish.“The way I see it, darling, is we can either play it safe like we’ve always done, or we can take a risk, and trust ourselves to deal with anything that comes along.”The way I’d put it, made it sound so simple. But honestly, in. "What choices?" "Either keep your schlong working at home, or I go out and find someone to keep me satisfied. And you might not be happy with who I wind up spending my time with." Janet put the dildo to one side and replaced it with her hand on his balls. "So who's going to take care of me, Don -- you or someone else?" Don was straining at his bonds now, trying to push his cock harder into his wife's hand, anything to cum. Finally he blurted out, "Me, hon, I promise I'll keep my sex life at. Our routine became routine. We were together as much as possible, except Sundays when her mother forced us apart. We met for lunch five days a week and studied together Monday through Thursday in the evening. We spent Friday night alone and Saturday night with Greg and Trisha. We were together so much that we didn't have time to think why we were together so much, except Sundays.Writing letters to Alice at Becky's request made me think about what Becky meant to me but it didn't make me think. I rubbed myself thru the lace and quickly came.I put the bra away but took the panties as I had made a mess with my cum in them.Over the next couple weeks I pretty much tried on every piece of lingerie my mom owned.I got braver and would walk around the house dressed and acting like a girl.I always had a couple hrs to myself every day after school and I made good use of it.Well one day I was dressed in stockings bra and panties.I had forgotten mom had wanted me to take something out of the.