..From the song "Angie Baby" written by Alan O'Day and sung by Helen Reddy in 1974This series of stories is inspired from my own struggle with margina... Borderline Personality Disorder, but none of the persons, incidents, or depictions are real - in everyday reality or in my own personal realities. Each story stands on its own, but uses characters and references from other stories in the series.The over-riding theme of the series is BDSM, even though some of the individual stories more properly. I explain this so you will understand that I, like all members of our species, have "hot buttons" as these individualities are sometimes called. And the woman I believed to be Catherine Holmes was punching every one.I snugged John Henry between the grasping petals of her sexual portal, which elicited a long and forlorn groan from the lady. I thrust down, feeling her cunt spasm around me as John Henry stretched her membranes with his bulk."Sweet Jesus, I'm cummmmingggg," Mrs. Holmes shouted, and. His erection grew instantly as I pulled his foreskin back with my lips and gathered up loads of saliva in my mouth. I wasn't the best at taking his cock deep in my mouth but I could tell he was liking what I was doing to him by the gasps he was making, especially when I ran circles around his knob with my tongue. He grabbed me by the hair and started pulling me towards him. I had no choice but to open my mouth and try not to choke. Feeling his shaft going back and forward against my lips turned. Main kuch dar to un ki nange legs dakhta raha to bhabi na poocha kaya dakh raha ho to maina kaha kuch nahi ….. Bhabi phir apna room main gae or change kar ka a gae. Magar asee halat main bhabi ko dakh kar mara lan khara ho gaya or underware ko phar kar bahar ana ki koshish kar raha tha bhabi ki nazar mare pent par paree to thoree dar vo be dakhtee rahi. Next day sunday tha to main ghar main he tha or maina neecha underware nahi pehna tha, main bhabi ka pass chala gaya nashta karna ka leya,.