Then abruptly and swiftly, she gets up and heads my way, holding her robe closed with one hand and reaching for the door with the other. I thought she...was putting me out and was kind of relieved but she only came to lock the door.I am starting to get aggravated because of all the mixed signals. She walks back across the room and I can see she has on no panties under her robe. Her butt cheeks look like two little soccer balls in a nap sack jumping around behind her. They were perfectly round and. She needed the toilet badly and felt ashamed in some way that she had lost control of the situation. Her memory had shut out some of the details of just how far she had gone with these two dogs. She wasn't ashamed that she had fucked with them, she loved to do that, no, she was ashamed that her instincts had taken over and she had become no more than a wild animal herself and had become lost to the primal urge to mate until she was filled with semen.She had to work the ball of cum from her. Since I went to different towns I rarely saw the same women over again.It actually became part of my life. I still tried to treat Amy right when I was home. I convinced myself that it strengthened my marriage. I wasn't as mad at Amy when she didn't want sex. I really made myself believe that it was okay.I thought I was hiding it pretty good until I was at the office and received the divorce papers. It was two years after I began cheating on Amy. She had hired a private investigator, who I ended. This is a look on her face that Jason has never seen."I'm not a lesbian, and you need to leave."A confused Jason finally relents and finds himself banned from herpresence and on the sidewalk headed towards his car. "How did everythinggo sideways," Jason asked himself. If Abby is not part lesbo, what drawsher to dress Jason up?Jason has come to enjoy his time as Staci. The belief that he is a malelesbian, of sorts. Impressed with the facade, he can muster as a fauxfemale. A sexy girlfriend that.