Imean, I was wearing something that only a girl should wear. And I knewthat under my pants and shirt, I was wearing pretty intimates and it feltlike m...gic. I liked it, and I liked Mother's approval of doing it. Iwasn't all swishy and wiggling my hips and all gay acting. I did feel Iwas walking with a spring in my step. Like I had a feminine secret and allwas right with the world. I think you know what I'm talking about. Doesn'tone feel kind of feminine and sexy when wearing a girly panty? And. Midnightx.com/ Like most cuckolds I suppose, I was shocked andashamed to realize I would even accept my wife's cheatingonce I found out about it. In fact the way she barely tried tohide it from me, even though all our friends and relatives knewbefore I did, added to the insult. Then it began a successionof exciting, humiliating revelations. My wife confessed that shepreferred big, black, hung men to me and she could never give it up,yet even then she didn't want a divorce. Having small. I could press my shaft against her tongue, rub my helmet on that slippery delight, or fuck deeper when I wanted my shaft to feel some more. All the time her hands moved on my balls or thighs or arse and she moaned and groaned.Once I had got plenty of that and her bodily noises were reaching fever pitch, I gently held her jaw and neck to open her throat even further. She knew she had to relax her whole throat, and it was easy in her state of abandon. I thrust slower and deeper than before until. She did have a definite point, though.Sunday 5th October to Friday 14th November was six working weeks, and yes, I was indeed counting ALL the days. Ten weeks gone so far, something like thirty-two to go. I really missed my girlfriend. Not anywhere near enough to do something rash like chuck in the job or persuade her to jack in her course, but we’d been together for so long that it felt a little bit as if one of my arms or legs had been chopped off.Gustav, after enjoying two and a half years.