Dieser spricht besonnen – „Ich will heute kommen“ -um dir zu schenken – zum Gedenken –Politur – aus der Natur –die so gut – für Fraue...haare –damit es glänzt – noch wunderbare –in der Sonne – voll der Wonne.Nur der Meister – darf das machen –bei dieser Frau – „Versaute Sachen“ – und die Schwester – gar von ihm –spritzt mit Freude – auch dort hin.Kannst gern sehen – blonde Haare –das gewachsen – wunderbare –streichelt mit Gesange –gern – des Meisters Wange. Kunst der Minne – freut dich sehr – du. You will, as the story progresses be able to work out the town we live in.It all started as a joke. We had been married for two years when Paul told me he had sent some of my photos to one of those readers' wife's magazines for a laugh. I scolded him about allowing some of our private pictures to be published without him asking me.To be honest it turned me on, I am a bit of an exhibitionist.As we were getting ready to go to a party at Paul's bosses house. Paul kept touching my tits. I started. " I reach over and give her exposed nipple a gently pinch. I'm dressed only in a bathrobe for quick and easy access.Rubbing my dick into the crack of her butt hinders her efforts to rinse off the dishes and stack them in the washer but she persists. I untie the apron from around her waist and enjoy the feel of her tits in my hands as I kiss her neck."I'm ready for that dessert now."She pushes her butt back against me and coos, "I brought some of Rose Ann's special oil. Do you have any aches. "Whose arethese?" I said as I held them to her body. They didn't fit. I stared atDennis. They would fit Dennis.I picked up an envelop. Opened it and removed some Polaroids. I smiledas I looked at them. I showed them to Sharon. There were pictures ofDennis with his face made up like a woman. There were pictures ofDennis wearing a dress and high-heels. I though maybe the photos werefrom a stage production. Then there was a picture of Dennis in a pinklace nightie and a raging hard-on. There was a.