"But I almost pushed myself into a heart attack a few years back, according to the doctors. One day I suddenly felt odd, got weak, then woke up in the...hospital. I micromanaged until the stress almost killed me. I took that little trip to the hospital as a 'wake-up call, ' to use an overused expression. But it did wake me up, and I started delegating things — a lot of things. Even so, running the company is not nearly as much fun as it once was. We've grown to be too big for one man to manage. ..making noises much akin to a sleazy pornmovie, it was very distracting. But not enough for me not to notice thetwo other strange characters sitting at the table. The first sittingclosest was what appeared to be a shemale......mouse! She had a finecovering of grey fur all over her body but the thing that told me she wasa mouse were the big round black ears sticking from her long auburn hair,much like Mini Mouse. Indeed her outfit amplified the Mini Mouse persona.Red glossy Mary Jane shoes,. I was never an asshole, but I didn’t even feel guilty about my feelings even though she was dating my best and only college friend. My inner-monologue was a constant battle. One moment I would be imagining my life together with Jenny, and the next I would be cursing myself for letting myself feel this way. Not even a minute later I would be cursing myself for not feeling bad about wanting to steal Jenny from Justin, and then would go over all the reasons why it would be a bad idea to have. I had been fucked and I loved it!After that there would never be a time when I didn't want that experience repeated again and again. I'd be shelling peas or hoeing cornrows or feeding chickens or mixing biscuits and my pussy would be itching and hungering for daddy's dick. In the evenings, sitting around reading or chatting, my pussy would constrict and drip with fuck-lust for daddy's dick. I couldn't keep my mind on anything but fucking, it became my raison d'etre. Wake up in the morning and.