It was a local number. ‘Hello?’ ‘Mr. Smith?’ ‘Yes.’ ‘This is Sergeant Kranowski at the highway patrol office. I’ve been trying to get ...hold of Mr. Fulton to talk to him about his daughter’s accident. Is he still in Great Falls?’ ‘Yes. My fiancée has woken and he and his wife are visiting her right now. He won’t be long. I can have him call you.’ ‘Yes, please. We need to talk to him about the accident.’ ‘I’ll make sure he calls you. Would you mind telling me what this is about?’ ‘Let me talk to. I umm it's for you love," I began, but she stopped me."I am not going to argue I know you love wearing his dresses now you canwear my present too."I could have died, instead I just turned and walked out of the stall andstood in the thoroughfare waiting for her, trying to hide my shame andembarrassment at such humiliation in front of the stall holder.She seemed to know where she was going next and I followed along, tryingto relax as she grinned at me over her shoulder. After various stalls. It was a conflict of emotions that threatened to render me asunder physically. My world was rocked off of its axis. I tried to rationalize, I tried to put words to the pain. Finally, a word popped into my head and I was surprised to realize it was true. The word was–-exquisite. Moments after my wife had a realization of her deep seated desire to be a dirty slut, I came to my own realization. I loved it. I loved watching. I loved spying, in fact. I knew that if she realized I was there that she. Usake chuchi ko ab masal ne laga wah kya usaki chuchi thi wah yammyyyyy mene dono chuchi bari bari chata abb wobhi garam ho rahi thi to usane mere land ko pant ke andar se hi chuwa usake chute hi mere land kahara hone laga or mene apana hath jaladi jaldi chalane laga or usaki garam shshe apani shasho me samata raha phir dhire se me niche bedha or usake schort ke andar hath dal diya or dhire se usaki bur ko panty ke upar se hi chuwa mano ki maska bann wah abb mene mahashush kiya ki usaki panty.