I think about how much I was on the road for all those years. It seemed the bosses were always sending me to fix this problem or that. I'd work so har... and then stagger back to my hotel room and collapse into bed, hardly stopping to grab a bite, much less call Sharon. And she was balancing her own job and the kids; working mom and soccer mom both. Yet when I came home she always had a smile and a kiss for me.Maybe I didn't hold youAll those lonely, lonely times.There was the night of our. I slid in feeling no particular tightness until I was buried to the hilt. There was no response at all as I lay there with my cock down her throat. Reaching over with my left hand I began stroking the tiny girls breasts while sliding in and out of the fat girl's mouth.While savoring the enjoyment of a warm wet throat around my cock I considered how I could make use of the smaller girl. She was too tight for a throat, cunt, or ass fuck and her breasts were not going to wrap around my meat. Do you know that? I want you, hell, every man wants you. God, you drive me crazy. I want you. We both want you.” Words to describe the tight feeling of fullness I felt when Chris’s cock was fully inside me were absent. I glanced at him over my shoulder. He was smiling but had his eyes closed, the quirky look on his face reminding me of how sensitive a man Chris was. Passion was absent in his married life, and the fact that I trusted him enough to make love with me and my husband spoke volumes.. ” “Maybe, but I get off during sex about ninety-five percent of the time, so I don't complain. Besides, I'm a catcher not a pitcher.” “That's one way to put it. When was the first time you dressed?” “I've worn panties in private since I was pretty young but the first time I ever wore all the clothes was the day after I began wearing the cage. Since that day I haven't worn any boy clothes at all.” “And you're okay with that? Really?” Smiling broadly, I answered, “Perfectly. I live my life as a.