Why on earth would she do this to me... to herself... to our family... didn't she think about what would happen if I caught her?" Michael I think you ...eed to read the e-mails." Why?" You're the detail person Michael... I think you'll see what I saw." Okay"I handed him the stack of paper. He put another shot of vodka in his glass and began to read. He took his time occasionally sipping from the glass.Finally he pushed them away and just stared into space.After a few moments he came back and. Shannons vaginal muscles involuntarily clamped down on the massive invader, momentarily trapping the cock head just within her tight opening. The head slowly flattened out from the muscle pressure clamping down, another slow push slowly forced the now deformed head past her constricted opening and then wedging it slowly into her tight vaginal sheath. Shannon groaned at having her pussy stretched so wide, it was pain and pleasure at the same time. The first wave of an intense involuntary orgasm. The pub was one I wasn’t familiar with and appeared quite small from the outside.As we walked in we entered a fairly small bar area, there were a couple of 30 ish blokes standing at the bar and a black woman late 30’s behind the bar.Bill asked “Where’s Ken?” to the woman.“In the back room setting up,” the woman said and laughed. “ Is this tonight’s?”.Bill laughed and we walked through the bar and down a short corridor and into a back room.We walked in the back room and there was a 50 ish bloke. I wasn?t Rose anymore.?5The rest of the day at Poundland went quickly, which was good, but bythe end of it I was feeling more and more as though I really was Pam. Itwas hard not to. I was doing things that only she would have done.People were calling me by her name. I spoke with her voice. If I caughtsight of my reflection it was her face looking back.And another thing? I was becoming more and more sure that I knew thingsthat only she should have. Like the way I could use the till. And theway I.