Too much interference for my little receiver. So I went back up, this time to 23, and hid it behind the firehose in the emergency cabinet.Then it was ...ack to the taxi stand, back to the airport, back to Dallas, back to my van, back to Waxahachie to get Bear, and then back to my house. I tried not to think about anything during all that 'back to'-ing. But I couldn't.What I couldn't decide was whether to go for a straight divorce, or a divorce based on adultery. We'd been married for only three. She bent forward and kissed me.“Shall we have a shower?” she said with a self-conscious smile. But a shower wasn’t what I wanted. Having discovered the erotic charge of the golden shower, my cock was rock hard.I pulled her hips down and plunged into her, pumping this delectable woman deep and hard, my fingers straying into her arse and tickling her there. She rode me inexpertly, as though she wasn’t accustomed to being on top, then quickly climbed off and turned on the shower. Cold water hit me. ”“Thanks,” Lynette and I both replied at the same time.“No, no. I want to tell you why it meant the world to me, today,” Ms. Patsy replied as she put her hand on Lynette’s right shoulder. “It was the spring of 1915, and I was eight-years-old. My father, Michael Smithson, was in Europe fighting against the Germans in World War One. My mother received a letter my father wrote to her on April 12 from near Ypres, Belgium. In that letter, my father related how he heard a few other soldiers one night. I loved being wrapped up in Bill's big strong arms. As i get so turned on by a mans arms...i'd feel so safe in his manly presence, for he knew I was an effeminate little sissygirl with somethin a little extra under my skirt...I met Bill in a bar..we were both alone, and just happening to be sitting next to each other..we talked and he was very nice to me. I was dolled up..dressed in a short black skirt, and silver toned..open toed highheels that showed off my pretty polished toenails, it.