"No. It's the observation of a friend who just happens to be a psychologist," he said. "Can I ask you, as a friend, why are so tense? It might help to...talk about it." I am a little nervous about leaving my wife home alone," I said."Why? Is she ill?" He asked.I said, "No, she's not ill. It's just that we have been having some problems lately." Why don't you tell me about it?"Subconsciously I must have really wanted to talk to somebody about Sonya, because once I started talking I went on not. The previous year he had won first prize dressed as Uncle Sam, with white whiskers and all. I was trying to think of something better to wear without spending anything.Patty started giggling. "Well, I have some old clothes you could wear. You could dress up as a girl."I felt my face turning red. "No, no, that wouldn't work." Sure it would. I have a nice blue dress that I've outgrown, that my mom is planning to give away. It should be just the right size for you. I even have things to go. Both Sheila and Jim would have liked to have fucked right there and then but they had not forgotten their guest downstairs.Sheila put her hands to her caned cheeks, "Fuck that stings," she said.Jim put the cane away and the two of them went back downstairs with Sheila cradling her arse.Sheila was red-faced and so was Yvonne and Sheila stood, rubbing her buttocks before saying, "Do you think Tony should give you a hiding?" W-w-w-well I don't know..." she started."It might do you both the world. Billy followed suit and tossed his t-shirt aside and pulled the woman to him so he could feel her hard nipples on his lean chest. She wiggled and gasped as their tongues dueled and their mouths devoured each other, and she also undid his belt and buttons and stripped off his shorts and underwear and then wiggled out of hers without breaking the kiss, feeling his hot, hard prod on her thigh and then rubbing her bare belly."Oh my," sighed Marty Sims as she grasped the boy's jumping prick. She sat.