I would spend hours out there dressed up like a housewife, a hooker or even a cheerleader, whacking off to visions of hot slutty women. I had my frien...s over to what we called our clubhouse none of them knew what I was doing when they were not around. To prevent my secret from being discovered I made as trap door in the ceiling where I stored my alter ego’s clothing. A pleasant surprise was that t the sun on the tin roof kelp the garments heated up and the smell of the women who had last had. She wouldn't have felt sorry for me. Screw her. To my surprise, not eventhis works. I feel awful.* * *My husband slips into bed beside me. He's horny. The evening has lefthim frustrated and uneasy, guilty and embarrassed. He doesn't know whatI'm really thinking about it all and that's probably just as well. Hewants reassurance that everything is still okay between us and up to nowI've done my best to give it to him, but now I'm exhausted. Now I needsome time to think it all through on. ComTaking a job at a hair salon was unusual for a boy, but after trying alot of other places, it was all I could find, and when I was offered thejob, I took it. Besides, the pay was more than okay. My primary job wascleaning up, stocking the shelves and so on. The salon was owned by awoman named Diane . I was 13 when I started working there, just sweepingup and so on, but my duties grew as I got to know the way they ran theplace, and after a while my duties eventually extended to not. When I opened the door, I saw a woman's clothes strewn across the living room. I figured one of my buddies had a girl over and went to the kitchen for a beer. I was making my way upstairs when I was stopped by the sound of a woman screaming. I ran up and threw open my buddies door. Laying on the bed was a beautiful young woman, one of my roommates was about to shove his cock deep down her throat, another in her pussy and one in her ass. The other was standing next to them stroking himself..