My procrastination could cost me the woman I love.My Dearest CarolI have sent this letter to you "registered." I will know when you have received this... but what I won't know is if you have read it.Honey, I pray you read this. When you found my stash of women's clothes yesterday you said some very mean, nasty, and hurtful things. You won't return my calls so that I can explain. Please call me.Honey, I forgive you, I love you, and I don't want to lose you. I pray you can forgive me! I have. It got better when she turned around and went into the kitchen with the same amount of white butt cheek showing above her tanned legs then bent over to get the bottle out of the fridge and gave us a full flash of her furry cunt and even a glimpse of pink inner lips.Once she had gone off to get into her night dress Steve and I could finally look at each other and crack up laughing at seeing his hairy gran's crack."She's even hairier than my mum" he said. "Wow I said have you seen your mum's. ‘I can’t’ say words like that’ she said. She had been brought up nicely and rarely used profanity, she felt it distasteful.‘You can and will use ‘slut language’ and you better say it fuckin’ quick or I will get very cross, and you don’t want that do you? So say ‘my name is ‘Fuckmycunt’ quickly, into the camera like I told you, or I will start to lose my temper.’What could she do? She had submitted her body to him without the slightest resistance. In fact when he had instructed her to raise her. Every time," he smiled down at me. "AndI think everyone is pretty worked up after that little show you just puton."To my surprise, my cock started to get hard again. I was getting totallyturned on by the thought of being gang-banged by the whole group, and Scottnoticed. "Yeah, I thought you'd like that," he grinned ear to ear, rubbinghis foot on my semi-hard cock. He leaned down. "You like being a sissyslut, don't you?"I just nodded. "And you like being treated like a two dollar whore,.