She had dozens of variations on this theme, and naturally, these deliciously wicked stories would drive me absolutely insane with excitement. I am sur... that Angela sometimes did it just to see how fast she could make me explode, and at other times she would teasingly start and stop her lurid tale, halting me on the brink numerous times before winding me up yet again until I was a shaking, trembling wreck.With each story she told she learned something more about what turned my crank, and even I. .................I’ve been married for more than 2 years now. I consider myself to be really lucky to have a loving and supportive wife. She backs me up on everything whether it may be a crucial decision for my career to as simple as picking the right toaster at Walmart. She is more than what I deserve as I am not the perfect husband, I have my short comings but none bigger than the size of my dick. Yes, I have a tiny wiener. I don’t dislike it in fact it’s the opposite. My wife Cristina (or. She picked up her handbag from where it sat, on the blotter on the desk, opened it, removed a small tissue and discreetly dabbed at the sides of her lips.She dropped the tissue into a wastebasket by the side of the desk, and quickly pulled out a small mirror.Swiftly she re-applied a little lipstick, and angled the mirror to check her hair.Satisfied that she had restored her appearance, she turned towards the man, who still sat in his chair. He had put his penis away and zipped himself back. " and we gotin mom's car.She drove to the mall and we went to J C Penny. She made me follow heras she shopped. She picked out 2 new pairs of panties for me, she evenasked which ones I liked, she picked out a camisole and then we went tothe shoe department. She bought me a pair of knee-high zip up bootswith 3" stacked heels. At this point I was jerking off furiously, twicea day at least and as many seven or eight times a day. My sisters tookto calling me "Squirt", which everyone thought was.