She wasn't entirely sure how it had happened, given that she had several pop up blockers that should have prevented it from showing up at all."You are...bored with your sex life" it had said. She had noticed that it wasn't a question the way they so often are, and it didn't blink, or flash, or ask for her credit card number, the way you might expect. All it said was that she was bored, and a small blue link filled the bottom of the window.When she had clicked on it she was taken to a blank black. ‘It’s to late you stupid slut, your fate has been decided. Don’t you understand Andrew can never love you the way you love him. If you love him as much as you say you do, and then you will do this for him, and maybe there will be a chance of you two being together?’ She strokes my face softly, turns me back around and draws my hair up tightly into a ponytail. My scalp is aching from the tension as she ties it tightly. She pushes me in front of a full length mirror, and I do not recognize the. We were well boozed up for sexy fun when we accompanied the younger males to their chalet and my wife showed no heisitation to remove her skimpy sun dress she,d worn with only knickers and her half bra underneath. As she sexily fingered her slit it did not take long for us to get as naked as she was and Chip was knelt between her legs on their bed with head buried tonguing her juicy snatch hungrily. I had been beating my male meatbwhen suddenly I felt Will,s hand “I,ll do that for you Joe.” but. I wondered what happened to her though after all these years. I was intrigued and decided to look into the matter. What did I know about her, I knew her first name and her address back in 83; off I went down to the library to look at the census. In the 1981 roll, living at that address was Mr and Mrs Kent, with their teenage daughter Tracy; now I had a surname as well. In the 1991 roll she was gone, but her parent's were still there. Ok I checked the 2001, yes still there, ok they must know.