" Is it?" questioned his mother spinning him and looking at him as down itcame. "How so honey?" Look at me mom?" said Brayden tossing up his hands. "T...is isn'tdifferent?" Is that really what you meant?" said his mother as he stepped out of it."Because a girl really isn't that different and I've always dressed youmeticulously anyway. It's Christmas and I want you to look and feel yourbest?" I know," said Brayden as she took down his slip. "It's just.... Look athow everyone's treating me mom?" I. ” She whimpered, and I, obedient once more, obeyed the command of the goddess. We lay there on the beach, limbs wrapped around each other, the cooling summer night still pleasant, the heat of our bodies enough to make us comfortable, teasing each other with fingertips and mouths, content to watch the stars travel slowly in the night sky, pausing in our vigil twice more, our lovemaking tender rather than frenzied, sneaking back to her room before the sky lightened once more where we filled the. I wasn’t a slut. Well, technically I was, and my repressed behavior must have created this ‘inner-slut’ which I used to comfort myself that I wasn’t one. For a prodigy of medicine, one would know that repressed behavior meant they had a greater chance to have a split personality. “And sorry, Mi. I thought it was funny… And I am sorry… that I just called you a slut… I know you hate it, and think yourself as a split-personality person… I do too… You are not a slut…” Lindsay leaned her against my. In between that I kept close watch on her when her husband is gone and found that smart guy visited often I even got 3 more guys who visit her in her husband’s absence one day I manage to get there picks to and consider them as my opportunity to fuck her. I have all set my plan is ready I was just waiting her husband to live for little long time I want more time with her and want to fuck her every day her husband is out. And one day my chance came; her husband gone for a week trip as soon as he.