For Christmas, Santa brought Jane a book on makeup techniques and apair of large gold hoop earrings.The number of days dressed as Jane actually decrea...ed. A lot of thethings John liked to do were impossible as Jane, like washing the caror playing golf. Jane wasn't allowed to watch the same TV shows asJohn. Nancy insisted on controlling the remote and watching herfavorite shows, forget Monday Night Football. Nancy even asked Johnif he had given up on Jane since she hadn't seen her on almost. No, not that stuff. Jeeze.) ‘We’ve been worried about you. I didn’t know if you were going to make it or not. Mom has been worried to death about you. She was really afraid you were going to die before she had a chance to kill you.’ ‘Okay, thanks for that heads up. Even with a case of massive mental fog, I follow you.’ ‘David!’ cried my wife Debbie as she came into the room. ‘You son of a bitch. You pull another stunt like that and I’m never talking to you again, because you will probably kill. Even when evidence isn’t selected or biased it’s open to interpretation.Similar mental unrest afflicted me whenever I recalled Laura. Why had Mandy stirred up the silt of memories that time had allowed almost to settle? When she e-mailed me again I didn’t answer. I deleted all her messages and sulked.* * * * * * * *Online porn had become bland and boring. I selected two film clips from a “fem dom castration” search but my attention wandered while they were playing out on screen. There was. Then, with my other hand I slid the vibrator underneath myself until it was just below my arsehole. Pulling the panties aside at the back I eased the head of the toy up against myself and flicked the switch on the base. Immediately the toy started to buzz slowly and I felt the warm vibration start to tickle my rectum sending wonderful vibrations up through my body. At the same time my cock seemed to throb even harder and leak pre cum. I gazed adoringly at the picture of my ex wife, her.