I also gave her a summary of the journey of my life and told her how I missed my wife. In a playful voice, she asked, “You only miss her, or somethi...g else?”“What do you mean?” I asked her.She said, “Come on. Ab bano mat. Every married man needs something from their wife, which they cannot live without.”“Who says I am missing that?” I said with a naughty smile.“Really? I don’t believe this! How can a married person live without that?” she asked me innocently.“You are also a married woman. You. "Look at you," she said contemptuously. "You are a complete wussy wimp.I should probably have those words tattooed across your hairless chest,over those tits you're flaunting. And I should get your dick pierced sothe next chastity I put on you couldn't be removed... ever."I trembled at the things she was considering. In one evening I had gonefrom being merely her meek feminized husband, to being at risk ofsuffering irreversible changes."However," she said in a tone only slightly less. Consequently, he got off of me and left when I capitulated. I went home dirty and defeated, but with new found respect for this foe. He could have easily beaten me senseless, but he didn't.Of course, the next day at school was hell for me since I had displayed my infirmity in the fight, no one, except my closest friends, had any respect for me. They began to bully me, knocking me into lockers, dumping my books, name calling, the works. Well, I found out who my friends were and I stayed away. She kept rolling her fingers on the tip of my dick, making me restless. I played with her boobs, gently juggling and feeling them in my hands. We broke off the kiss as my hands found their way under her t-shirt, caressing her soft boobs. I started to kiss her.I moaned in her ears, “Such soft skin, masi.” I squeezed her boobs with little more intensity. She raised her hands, and I pulled out her t-shirt. Masi pushed down the straps of her bra from her shoulders. She unhooked her bra. Her huge.