You directed your stare at the boy and commanded simply, "Get out." He stammered something about being sorry but obeyed and quickly exited the room. T...e girl however looked quite nervous and said, "Please don't tell anyone, it was our first time together, it won't happen again." She started to get up off the table but you walked forward and pushed her back down with one hand as you unbuckled your pants with the other. Undoubtedly shocked by what was happening she said nothing, but gasped as you. The summer before she invited Elizabeth to the lake, Marie had sat on this porch with Bernard on a similarly rainy day and asked him about his love life. His frankness had not surprised her. She rarely inquired into his personal life, but whenever she did she found him remarkably candid. He recognized her concern for him, needed in some primal way to unburden himself to her, and trusted her discretion. Bernard had told Marie of his wife, his fiancee, and of a third woman, a woman unknown to. It stood erect and straight, with no kinks or bends. My mouth started watering instantly as I saw the pictures, each one hotter and sexier than the next. On top of that the message he wrote me was clear, coherent, friendly and made my cock rock hard just reading it. He said he was in the same situation- attached, bi, recently got into CD and wanted to dress up with another CD for the first time. He said that although he wasn't smooth, he was willing to become so if I would too. He also said he. You are going to shave under my arms, and my pubic thatch around my slit for him, paint my nails for him, and anything else I can come up with for the man you are sharing your future wife with. And do you want to know why you are going to do all of this?”“Yes,” he squeaked out, and I noticed that he was getting hard all over again.“Because I want to make sure right up to the very last second that this is what you really want is to become a cuckold. Because if we go through with this, we go.