She will wear herlipstick and her dresses and clean our house and entertain my friends andwe will be very happy together, and if people don't like it,...fuck 'em!"Someone started clapping, and soon everyone was."He really is very pretty," someone said. "I mean she."Another woman came over and said, "Here, honey, let me show yousomething." She gently guided me into a chair. "Put your new shoes on,dear."I slipped them on. I was already wearing knee-highs Michelle had obtainedfrom the rack,. He called me his little cum slut, his piss drinking pervert. He described what he was going to do to me when he came. He reached under me and squeezed my breasts painfully, and pinched and twisted my swollen nipples. He made me moan and wince, knowing that the pain was another turn-on for me.When he was ready to come he warned me and I spun around and dropped to my knees before him, my hands on his thighs. He shot his cum into my upturned, open-mouthed face -- spurt after spurt of his white. The taste was interesting to say the least, a bit tangy but not exactly disgusting like' I would have guessed it might be.As I felt myself getting close to another orgasm, she suddenly pulled away and turned around sitting on my chest and grabbing me by the hair. She pulled my head up off the pillow and slid forward, shoving her big fat cock right into my mouth and throat fucking me. I mean literally throat fucking me, I was making all the gagging slurping' sounds that a girl would make while. Of course, you can draw your own conclusions about where that left me. Charleston isn’t quite New Orleans when it come to high livin’ and haute cuisine, but, to be fair, some of the restaurants in the old part of town come pretty damn close. So of course Fritz wanted to go in with us and open up a restaurant, a world class place to put the city on the culinary map. Betsy did too, really she did. Wouldn’t we move back, she pleaded, perhaps settle in, have some kids — ‘before it’s too late?’ I.