She was wrong on both counts.Little wonder, then, that my wife has tried affairs, the first only months after we married. Anyone reading this would ce...tainly not blame her for doing so, but the truth is that for every man she enjoyed, she paid unfairly by punishing herself with guilt. It helped her a little when she told me what she'd done, but she could never have been expected to understand the curious thrill her confessions gave me from the humiliation of being forced to acknowledge my. When I wasn't actively ignoring her I went out of my way to be rude. Then, all the sudden, a switch flipped. After at least a month of this, I happened to run into when I was at a party. I didn't know anyone there aside from my ride, a friend who was desperately trying to hook up with the host, and I was very, VERY drunk. I had never had a drink before that night. Despite this, I put away the booze like a seasoned lush... I was told later I killed a fifth of Jim Beam by myself. I remember. I walk up behind you and lean over you a bit. “Now don’t move.” Hearing you take a deep breath and shudder a little, I grab the waistband of your shorts and yank them down to your ankles, leaving them there. Looking at your pink lips protruding from underneath your ass cheeks, noticing they’re glistening with moisture, your moisture. Realizing you must be becoming aroused at being taking advantage of by your teacher I slide my hands over your plump ass cheeks, giving each one a quick smack,. It took too long to growit to this length.And again it hit me, that feeling that something was off. It felt as if Ididn't remember growing my hair out this long, or having such a deliciousbody, or even... being female. Yet here I was. I could remember my entirelife story, no inconsistencies, no missing information. Even theemotional content was there. So where exactly were these odd feelingscoming from? I was finally awake enough to start questioning what I wasfeeling as I stepped out of the.