"Okay, Dory, that's what we'll do. You call me when you need to talk." Okay, Steve. I'll call you ... next."I thought she might have said soon or some...hing like that, but she must have changed her mind. As I hung up, I had a feeling I wouldn't be hearing from her any time in the near future. Once again, no mention of me being "Stevie."I was a miserable S.O.B. the next day and it was all I could do not to bite the head off anyone who got in the way or gave me bad news. It was out of character. Pam worked her middle finger vigorously into her cunt, her legs parted, knees bent slightly. Her eyes glowed with hunger as she watched her daughter’s creamy ass flying up and down. It was a beautiful thing to see, Pam thought. Her daughter fucking herself so passionately, so wildly. Josee’s face, so beautiful, was now contorted into a grimace of mindless ecstasy. As she rammed the fake cock in and out of her cunt with energetic thrusts.Pam, still plunging her finger into her soaking wet cunt,. He knew that most ofthe ads were for women?s items but deep down inside that what was partof the intrigue. He loved everything about women?s clothes andaccessories, he even liked to dress like a woman when the chance arose.He rarely got the chance to dress up anymore and thought he had finallykicked the habit but then he got an idea. Why not purchase a new falland winter wardrobe buying all women?s clothes instead of men?s clothes?Just the thought of buying a whole new feminine wardrobe for the. Are we?" Of course, that is why I asked. I thought that was understood. We'll have fun and all get to know each other better." I went out and mowed the lawn, leaving Whitney seething behind me.My wife was still pissed when we all got into my caravan. Mikey and Aileen were way back in the third set of seats and playing grab-ass in a fun sort of way. Whitney rode in silence. Me, I felt the freest I had in a long time and I didn't care what Whitney thought. She had lost any hold she had ever had.