We both knew what she was doing. She was comparing me to her lover. She wasn't being mean. I mean, I'm the one who pushed her to have an affair with R...lph. But it really brought home to me that I was letting a guy with a bigger cock have my wife. She had said it the other day. She can barely even feel me when I'm inside her. I wondered if I'd ever be able to sexually satisfy her again.What was worst was our sex life wasn't that great. I mean, Jen was having great sex with Ralph, and I was in a. I could be rehearsing lines or doing homework! I decide to dress fashionable one day and everybody panics! I wore my new corset/tank top, a short black skirt, and my black ankle boots. Hey I have a curvy body but Im proud and loving it. I wanna show it off! But no thats inappropriate I enter the room and theres Mr. Embrey. Honestly, I feel bad for the guy. He has to run detention and hes a nice guy. And kinda cute. Hes a little bigger than most guys but hes still cute. Like a teddy bear. Hes. As he kneaded and pushed the clay, the muscles in his arms and shoulders leaped and slithered like thick snakes. I was hypnotized. My dick was hard. My gaze fell upon the dramatic movement in his shoulders, the veined cables jumping out of his arms. It was very confusing. I felt weak and helpless, as if my life was no longer in my own hands, that the slightest breeze might carry me away like a feather. Finally he scooped up the clay and held it casually with his arm at a 90 degree angle so that. "That's a shame," he said. "Oh don't feel bad Mike, it's my fault for making a stupid comment, you haven't made me feel stupid - I did that myself," I replied. Mike put his finger to my lips and said, "I didn't mean that silly, I meant about you wanting to dress up for me." Mike sat back and maintained eye contact. I wasn't sure what to say, what could I say? I wasn't sure I even wanted to dress in girl clothes. "I got you a present to cheer you up after yesterday, would you like it?" he said..