To me, you are not Maid Paula when you dress, you are stillPaul. I will call you Paula for doing so respects that you areexpressing your feminine side... but you do not need to punish yourselffor wanting to do so.Call me Jen or Jenny all the time. I hate being Miss Jennifer, it mademe feel more distant to the man I love. I am not better than you. Comeon you know better than that.I love you and at first I did not care that you dressed, but now I likeit. I like it for it makes you happy. Today, I. With my eyes closed, I imagine you in front of me, laid on your bed, lit by the moonlight, furiously fucking yourself to the random sounds of the storm, not being able to control your body. I pull my hard dick out and over the top of my underwear and begin to circle my thumb over my tip, spreading the bead of sticky pre-come that has appeared around. I taste it. I use a finger to trace over the veins that make up the ridges of my penis, the moistened thumb to tickle the sensitive circumcision. She finds a black lace corset and grabs her leather trench coat. ‘Dinner is served!’ she shouts as she places her outfit on the bed. Nag Champa incense sticks are burning in the bathroom and there are candles lighting the room. Chayne likes to get super high before she takes a shower so she is sitting at her desk rolling a blunt. She forgot her weed at home today and has been so busy that this is the first blunt of the night. It will be one of many this evening. Pictures of Dirty invade her. I started to move into the room. My impulse was to beat the bastard to an inch of his life. I took one step and then heard Karen speak. She said, "All right, damn it. Just fuck me you bastard. Do it, please, I can't wait any longer. You have to pull out, though. I'm off the pill and it's almost my fertile time."Darwin smiled down at Karen and slammed his hips downward and forward driving his entire length into her at once. She screamed and pulled him to her with her heels behind his thighs. Her.