I don'twant a pervert for a husband. I know that sounds harsh, but it's how Ifeel. You want to leave my bed, and my relationship. I'm just trying toho...d on."She looked at me."Why do you want to do this, Crockett? Tell me. Dresses aren't thatgreat. Breasts are heavy. Heels hurt. So why do you want to do this?" Karen, I really don't know. It's inside of me. I want you to tell mewhat to do. I want to wear the clothes. I want to be pretty. I want toserve you." You want a dick." I don't," I said.. I could tell that it was having a slight effect on Rachel as she tried to look mean and firm she was starting to look away from me and wasn't looking so tough. She started to walk out but I wasn't gonna let her get away that easy. "Mrs. Rachel please don't just leave. Tell me what I need to do for you to not hate me." I said with tears and snot all over my face. "I don't, I don't hate you Brian." She said. I ran to her and hugged her. She tried not to hug me back but I begin to tell her "I. I could tell she was a little bit stoned, i leaned over to kiss her and she put her arm around me and pulled me closer. My cock was rock hard in my jeans, i felt it pushed against her stomach as i pushed her back onto the couch. Within a minute i was squeezing her huge tits through her tracksuit top, she breathed heavily as we slipped our tongues into each others mouths.I moved back a little and unzipped her tracksuit top, she was wearing a really tight white top with no bra, which made her. .. I mean, your really pretty and stuff..." He seemed at a loss of words. "Your gorgeous. Sexy even." He finally said. I felt myself blush. It was odd for me to be called theses things by someone who was all of them themselves. I laughed weird. "Thanks I guess. Your pretty sexy too." I decided to be bold. "Really, now?" I heard something in his voice. I couldn't quite figure out what it was. "I guess," I said. "I'm pretty tired. I think I'm going to go to bed. Sweet dreams, Chase." I sat up..