Facing the reality of my size, or lack thereof, I sheepishly begged her not to leave me. Denise was my fourth wife and I did NOT want to lose her. She...was such a total hot and sexy woman. I knew that she had been promiscuous before I met her. Hell, she practically ****d me on our first date, so I should have known that she would eventually fuck around on me. She was dating a married man when I met her.I should have known also that my size would be a problem when on that first date she reached. One day my dad was very depressed and afterdiner I saw him crying silently. I went to him and hugged him. We huggedeach other and cried together. I asked if there is any way that I can help.He said he just misses mom in many ways...That night I went to his room and told him if it's OK to sleep in the samebed since he is feeling so depressed. He said no, it will make it evenworse! I went back to my room, but after thinking about it, went back,removed my nightgown beside the bed and entered under. I'm certain that this would not have proven true.It would be equally untrue to attribute Anna's eventual success to me alone. While I may have contributed much to Anna (she attributes much of her eventual success to me - although we both believe Bill is a one-in-a-million find as well), but I feel it was a synergy between the two of us that was irreplaceable. We each contributed the unique experiences that formed us, and gained the same in return. In a sense, we became two minds working on the. Following the discussion and agreements, you take the panties in your hand, get up and walk to the bar. As you walk to the bar you look around at the others, now more aware, looking at who were wearing the collars, your imagination conjuring images of what pleasures they were going to enjoy. At the bar, the bar tender approaches, with a knowing smile, and surprises you with his greeting.“Hello Suzie, can I get something for you?”Trying not to be taken aback by the fact that he greeted you by.