Having been subjected to molestation in my childhood by my nasty Uncle, I have vowed to reap vengeance upon all men who remind me of him. While I am o...t working or hunting, Misty is looked after by an old close friend named Amy. She knows of my past and what I do for a living and understands. Amy keeps informing me on any gossip about my exploits that she may hear of. My feelings towards my clientele are of the need to either please a polite customer or to dismember any ill mannered one of his. What I want you to do pumpkin, is to describe what we are doing, almost like you would be reading a naughty book to us . . .Okay?" he asked. "Not a problem. Let me stand over here then and you guys stand across from each other and facing each other, so that I can see both of you at the same time . . . yeah that's it . . . and just follow my instructions." I am sure that wasn't exactly what he had planned (think me driving the truck) but thought he would soon see how naughty I could be.. It’s kind of uncanny.”We were young, mid twenties, and she was what I wasn’t so much of the time, a logical mind. She was pragmatic. The pragmatic lover will often have a very clear idea of the kind of person they would like to have as a partner. Therefore she wasn’t sure about me, somehow wouldn’t let me go -- yet certainly had reservations. I had to talk, write, present, throw myself at her enduringly before she would consent to marry me. And I never could be certain she would ever really. He answered our queries as best he could. He struggled a little with his words; partly due to him having a slight stammer, and partly I think, because he was confronted by my wife hardly wearing any clothes.He couldn't see much then, but I decided to see how far we could take this. As we chatted and walked, I placed my arm around my wife's hip, to cuddle her as we went, but then to slowly drop my arm until my hand was once again touching her butt, which I squeezed. She flinched slightly as I.