To meri biwi boli ki gand mar do na kitni khusamad kar rahi hai yah to mene kaha yar me kab mana mar raha hu anuj ki gand to me mar hi doonga lekin mu...hko to sali ji ki choot chahiye to anuj bola ki tik hai aap meri gand mar lena aur me so jauga aur sali rat iski (sali) ki choot marna mene kaha tik hai to sali boli sirf ek bar hi choot marvaugi mene kaha tu sali rat mere sath hi soagi to wo boli ha meri biwi boli hum dono sali rat aapke sat hi soage to mene apna land sali ki tarf kar usko. Those phallics inside me I say wow. They treated me, not as a cow. Not a meat but a simple worship of my feet. Merry-meet I saw the skies. I asked not the why's. It was an opportunity, if only in disguise. Unwise it was to doubt my power, but I could love, make love if only for one hour. Each love that was made, in the end I got paid. The price to drive too & from was all it took to get them laid. But suffice to say, it wasn't my way. A lifestyle that was not to stay. A good boy I was & these. "Gosh, I should wear these always," I mumbled half aloud, then pranced over to the wall mirror and pulled my sweatshirt over my head. Quickly shed my white, cotton sports bra."I'm too sexy," I sang as I danced to my reflection, my long coltish legs moving rhythmically. Cupped and gently squeezed my full and jiggling, pink capped breasts. Then I noticed three or four rogue hairs that spilled from the lace edges of my new panties. I hadn't trimmed my dark pubic patch in months, the coming of. "I sure as hell don't like that answer and begin to think on it as I grab my pack out of the back of his truck. I sling it over my back and take off down the Continental Divide Trail. I smile as I realize that Jim might say he is still my friend but he sure played me like the smart sheriff he has become. The fucker knew most of what went on at the cabin but didn't let me know until he was damn ready to. I began to think about it and tried to analyze his motives for wanting to make me a deputy.