I wasn't like the others and I really never had been. I was, of course, even less like them at that moment.When I never really liked playing with doll... as a child, I probably should have known then that I was different. I was different even though I had the almost idyllic Saturday Evening Post family life. I had a hard working masculine father figure, who worked two jobs so that his wife could raise three kids.He was the kind of man that in the back of her mind every little girl and young woman. Besides being sexy and showing a lot of skin, it was very comfortable to wear. Then he had shown her how a catch at the neck could easily be released, exposing her breasts. Of course he had needed to demonstrate and then tease her nipples. She had tried to convince him to stay in after that, but he insisted on them going. But it was the silky lingerie that he produced that made her forget any worry she had ever had. She knew that her husband had been the one to choose it because of how it was. ' I told her as she blushed, and maybe my imagination, squirmed slightly in her seat. Definately fuckable, maybe 20, mousey hair, feigned shyness, nice figure as far as I could tell. I left her with a wink and sauntered out of the shop.I didn't really have a plan for what I was going to do to Jo, but I knew she was keen on being dominated, and having all her holes filled so I would probably tie or tape her up and get inserting!Her house was much of a muchness with the neighbours, detached,. Besides, that's as much Ann's fault as mine." Well, yes, that's true. Anyway, what I really meant is, are you feeling any better?" About us, you mean?" Yeah, exactly." Sure, I feel better. I mean, you and I have pretty much run the gamut of relationship emotions this weekend, haven't we?" Are you happy with where we ended up?" How could I not be happy." I sat down next to her and took a sip of water. "I'm in love with a sexy, smart, wonderful girl who encourages me to explore 'extra-curricular.