...and all the wax came out of his ears.This one is compliments of dorsetmike‎“Where the hell have you been? You said you’d be done with golf by...noon.”“I’m so sorry Honey ... but you probably don’t want to hear the reason.”Wife--”I want the truth, and I want it NOW!”Husband--”Fine. We finished in under 4 hours; a quick beer in the clubhouse. I hopped into the car, and would have been here by noon but on the way home, I spotted a girl half our age struggling with a flat tire.“I changed it in a. You press a quick kiss to my lips, across my cheek to my ear, your thigh reaches my dripping pussy and I moan into your ear, I can feel the reaction it has on you; you thrust your thigh into me, my own thigh rubbing into your cunt, dripping at the domination you're showing. You carry on trailing your lips down my body, again at my breasts pressing a quick kiss to each nipple, pulling at the piercing in my left, making my back arch off the bed and aching for more. You pull away again your hands. Of being soft and sweetly female, of feeling pampered, of pampering one?s self, of self-indulgence and all that these imply.I must admit that after I got out of the tub and finished applying the lotion Megan put out for me to use, I felt more feminine than I had at any time since my accident. I was actually looking forward to getting dressed and to learning all I could about how to become the woman I now almost feel myself to be. Leaving the bathroom, I walk back into the bedroom where I. He used no protection and made no attempt to withdraw and so had impregnated her. Too ashamed to tell even her parents, she had been filled with trepidation, but optimistically hopeful when her pregnancy test was confirmed and Allan said he would marry her. He didn't even propose, she thought, just told her he would not burden her with a bastard.With marriage, however, his drinking got worse instead of better as Allan seemed to fit the stereotype of the small town football hero who seems lost.