..”“Yeah, the humiliation of them knowing he’s been dumped...” he said.“Carlton please, I did not dump the man. Yes, I left him for you. I a...tually fell in love with you, almost at first sight, but I did not just throw that man or my memories of us, hm and me, in the trash. I didn’t,” she said.“I know, I know. I misspoke,” he said. “And you did not dump him. Left him yes, for me. And I thank God for it. But no, you did not just dump him.” She nodded and went to him and hugged him, almost like. ”“Fuck me,” I say to myself.“Excuse me, sir?” my driver says.“Oh, I’m sorry, I was talking to myself,” I tell her. “It’s just I’ve been away for quite a while and, well, my wife is getting things ready for us to, um, make love.”“Oh, that’s so sweet! She missed you too, I bet,” she says and winks at me.“Yes, if you only knew,” I say as I grin devilishly. Just then I get another text and open it. Alice has held her phone above her breasts and has taken a picture down her body. I can clearly. He stood there asMiss Francesca had sponged the edges with cotton wool soaked in theremoval solution which, after a brief wait, dissolved the glue andloosened the vagina. Once this was done, he breathed a silent sigh ofrelief as his penis was released from its position where the latex hadheld it. However, for all it psychological power, the vagina was in someways merely the cosmetic out layer of his penis' real prison forunderneath as its shaft was forced into a snug hard plastic sheath. I started taking a look around my older sisters drawers, finding her nice panties and best of all, her pantyhose. I always had to be quick and careful but I just had to play with them a little, rubbing them on my skin and especially my cock. It was another whole level of ecstasy for me and the beginning of my other life long obsession.As I started my 7th grade year I started to explore my mothers dresser drawers to see what she had. If my teenage sister had stuff I liked my mom had to have.