I love the waythey rub against my trousers, I am sure I will always wear them now, evenin the summer.I have noticed that now my skin is soft and smoot..., my face seems verypale in contrast to my made up eyes. I mentioned this to Mum one eveningand she suggested that I consider using a foundation and a blusher. Sheshowed me how she used it on her face and I realised how much it improvedher already lovely complexion. I bought my own new cosmetics at theweekend and spent a lot of time in front of. She insisted she wanted it hard…I climbed between her thighs and ran the head of my cock up and down her dripping wet slit a few times, before sliding it all the way inside her. I let her get used to the girth of my cock and began fucking her at a steady pace. Dawn wrapped her long shaped legs around my back and was clawing at my shoulders, begging me to fuck her even harder…Then I began thrusting hard and deep, watching her eyes roll back in her head and her tits bouncing with each thrust. A. I considered calling people but everyone lived very far away from me and it was about 2 am at night so I felt beyond embarrassed of doing so. I told him that he can come back the next day and take the money but he said that he wouldn’t come this far from where he usually goes as it would take nearly the same amount of money as my payment. I started getting scared and tried to think of ideas but my mind went blank.I asked him what were supposed to do, he suggested calling my parents or friends. I tried to make it just that -- for two weeks. Now, however, a strange yearning drove me on. One that I feared, yet had to explore. I had to know. Was I a slut? Am I a slut. To be used by men for their enjoyment. I had to laugh, for I suddenly realized that this latter part was my marriage: Being used by hubby. The selfish bastard.KMart was coming back into view. Driving more carefully, more attentively, I switched lanes. The centre. The right. The turn lane.Fear gripped me.A quick glance over.