And lastly, while I try to maintain a good fitness level, my body is not the kind that looks good in trendy clothes. After thirty minutes my page is s...ill a virgin, unblemished by pen, devoid of scribble, and the more I think about it the more I regret the impulse that told me to buy the rotten diary. I picked it up and shoved it into my desk drawer and slammed it shut. Being Saturday, the one day available for it, I put on my coat and headed for the supermarket, time for one of life’s little. "Wash yourself really good!" I wrote.When I arrived home again later that evening the house was quiet. I assumed my husband was in the bath so I quietly opened my new toys and gathered some lube for my special surprise. I crept upstairs and peeked into the bathroom to see if he was in the bath.He was not. In fact, he was completely dried off. He was standing in front of the mirror admiring himself. He was naked and beside him on the counter was a small bottle of lube and a plug called a "booty. 5 years, and only hoped I hid it well enough.On Saturday night, when Mark made love to me (after doing it both in the morning and in the afternoon) in his wonderful way, I felt that I really pulled it off and he had not even suspected. Perhaps because I felt so good I missed his meaning when he suddenly said:"I'm so glad that our marriage is holding strong as it is. I know my conditions are still hard on you, and I can only hope that your itches will disappear completely with time. I really. She took a step back and reached behind her, the telltale sound of a zipper ringing though the room. The fabric that stood between me and her flesh loosened, and began to fall away.Her bared breasts were pure poetry. Ample and full, her pink nipples pebbled to points on quarter-sized areola. Heat rushed to my loins in molten anticipation as she continued to unveil her God blessed body.When the last of her black dress had fallen away, her only protection was a sheer set of black lace panties,.