Wrightson's office. Oh crap,"and she dropped the phone and climaxed, kicking her feet in the air and beating on my chest with her little fists while s...e squealed and cussed, bent back like a garden bridge."Two more, honey," I told her, feeling my balls tighten and churn, and then I said, "One more," as I pulled it back and rammed it home and pulsed and pulsed, shooting thick ropes of my sperm into her. She shuddered and squealed again and went limp while I gritted my teeth and gave one more. "You may pretend to be my husband at work, but you're my wet littlewifey now." Is that really how you feel about me?" I asked, quite curiously."Do I think of you as my wife since you changed? I was just teasing,"she answered. "But, maybe I'm starting to think of you like that. It allseems so natural, so perfect. I never imagined I would fall in love withit like this." I know what you mean." Should I call Rachel about Friday?" she asked. "Postpone your changingback? We could have dinner with her. One of my drunken friends, stopped to laugh at me as he passed, then disapeared to the mens room. I scowled at him for not helping me."Come." she snarled, I followed her like a puppy out the door, into the rain, one of my friends shouted my name but i ignored them, stumbling after Irene in a lustful trance. She lived in a appartment on canal St. just outside of the quarter,at the top of a twisty pair of dark stair cases, it was old and dark and smelt like sweat, in the centre of the cluttered. We came from small city in south. We can meet in my home always. Not for sex because we love more than that. I don’t ask her for sex or any dirty talks like that. I like her family also. This was happen one time i bought a top for her. When she came my home and i presented. And she wear that showed to me. It’s perfectly fit for her both are happy.Then we chit chat for some time in living room. And moved to bedroom because every time i sleep on her things usually. Then i asked her why did we.