I had just been kissed by Olivia’s double.I sat in front of the TV and heard the occasional sounds of youthful exuberance as the cyber battle ebbed ...nd flowed below me. It was hard not to let my mind drift off to think about Kristen, dressed to kill and out with another man. Yes I was jealous, but I was the good guy who facilitated my own torture. Or was it my own stupid fault for not asking her out months ago?***She had only been gone an hour or so when my biker chick fantasy arrived back at. The boy rubbed the glass up and down her lips, brushing her clitoris a number of times until the sensation caused her vagina to relax enough to accept it.The teacher again had to tell the boy to make sure the instrument was fully inserted. He said there is a line on the side showing how far it should go in, neglecting to tell the boy that this one was not only wider but also a full half inch longer but the line was the same distance from the hand end. This meant they had to push an extra half. This time I am wearing an even more provocative dress, it is short but also very snug fitting and with my tiny waist shows my full bottom in perfect symmetry. Again we walk up to his office and I can almost feel his eyes burning into my bottom as I slowly climb the stairs to make sure he gets a good long look. We sit on the couch and while crossing my legs the dress pulls up to reveal my thighs right up to the side of my bare hip. I pretend to try and pull my dress down as though I am concerned. "I thought back to where I had been on the 12th August 2006, the Glorious Twelfth. I had been on a NATO exercise in Germany, running about like a blue arsed fly with the rest of Bravo Company, 8th Wessex, TA.Rowena glanced at me, concern showing on her face. "I'm really sorry to have to put you through this ordeal, David." With that she released the pause button, and on the screen, in close up and in glorious Technicolor, I watched my wife committing adultery with Harry Ledbetter. It was a.