This (as I soon found out) allowed the pre cum to soak through to the outside leaving a little wet patch. Gary was going commando, he didn’t like un...erwear on him at all… though loved it on his boys.As soon as we walk into his place Gary directed me to the kitchen. He started making both of us a drink…. Vodka this time. I leant against the cupboard to wait, as soon as I did it let out a little creak “Daddy wants to see his sissy boy. Show me your panties”. I smiled. I think to myself “I was. It took years, and the birth of our first two children before I could get him to see the unhealthiness of these people. During that time though from the beginning of his religious fanaticism and until I could convince him that this church was not where we belonged, Dick had changed into this person I feared.Soon after he began going to meetings, he made me walk behind him and not with him holding his hand. If I did anything to anger him I suffered for days with painful bruising, knocked out. It was a warm summer’s day and I was minding my own business when out of the blue stood Judith, Barry’s wife. You remember Barry if not you haven’t read all my stories have you? She was stood talking to me but I couldn’t hear properly so I invited her in.She came and sat in the garden we were talking and she said Barry had gone to a collectors fayre with their daughter and she was home alone and bored. She was wearing a white summer top and blue trousers, she was blonde a little chubby and. How Arlene hated the woman. She had caused it to happen. Arlene's children would not have discovered such perversion on their own accord.The hot gasping passion stung Arlene's ears. The four on the bed were bellowing out a storm of lust, and Arlene hated the sound more than she had ever hated anything. She hated Barbara Carter more than she had ever hated anyone. She watched as, beneath the grunting bulk of Jack, her daughter Judy moved her hips in a way only experience could have perfected..