I was loving spicing things up for him andintroducing new stimuli for him.When we had sex, I made it clear that I was the submissive, female lover;and...that he was absolutely the man. When I wore the leopard leotard andblack tights, he fucked me almost as if he was raping me; and I wastotally ok with this. I loved it as I wanted him to assert himself overme in this way and pound me violently. I wanted to be the demure,repressed woman. He came up and grabbed me under my chin and pulled meback. When we set off, I told her that the drivermust have seen her shaved pussy when her skirt opened.She blushed profusely but then started to giggle.I told the driver the address.‘Are you sure you wanna go there?’ He inquired. ‘I meanespecially the way your wife is dressed.’I assured him that it was exactly where we wanted to goas it was where we had our first date.‘Dunno when that was mate but it’s now under newmanagement. I wouldn’t advise going. It was during the third week that I came to realize that my seventeen year old son was not just my best friend, he was my only friend.He had been gone less than a month, and I was just as lost as I had been after Edward was killed. For the last four years I had grieved for Edward. As I worked my way back to reality, Charlie had been there for me. During that period of my life Charlie was only the reason I got out of bed in the mornings.My social life revolved around him. His activities consumed. "Perfect. Just perfect! In fact," confessed Chris poking an earring through her pierced ear, "he was a real doll. Very mature and dignified and he didn't even try to kiss me! God, maybe I have bad breath or something," she chuckled, never loosing sight of her profile in the dressing mirror."That could almost get to be a drag," mused Sandy, with raised eyebrows. "That has never happened to me, so I wouldn't know. "Chris snapped the earring shut. "Tell me about it, Sandy." she said.