“One, you’d get to ask her why, if you really wanted to know that. Two, you could ... kinda gloat that she’s in jail where she belongs and you�...re the one who has your freedom. That might bring you some satisfaction at least. Three, well, you might get her rattled enough to confess more than she intended, making her say more damning things that could lead to a tougher deal for her. If you ask me, I think that she’s a psychopath, judging from what I’ve seen and heard from her so far. She’s not. What you have to understand is that back then I was young, stupid and drank like a fish every chance I could get so black outs were not new to me.Anyway, I hadn't heard from Marie for five weeks when I got a call from her out of the blue. She told me she was pregnant and that she wanted to keep it.And so, I did the noble thing and we got married.She had a baby boy and we named him Randy after her father.I tried to settle down deciding to play with the cards fate had dealt me. I tried to be a. This caused more quiet moans to issue from Nina's mouth, but no sharp exhalations, or hissing sounds, so Gretchen took this as a good sign, and kept going.Her hands moved from the small of the back to the edge of Nina's ass. Gretchen kept going, waiting for some reaction from Nina, but getting none, so she began a deep massage of Nina's rear. She molded the cheeks in each of her hands, then separated them and pulled the muscles toward Nina's back. After a few circles like this, she paused to. The back was decorated with rows of pink ruffles that stretched acrosshis ass cheeks. Of some worry was the open crotch but things were movingtoo fast now for him to question her about anything. Besides, each stepbrought him closer to donning those entrancing sissy shoes.The pink satin maid's dress was so dreamy. Low cut to show off thecleavage the corset plus a set of silicone inserts had created, it roseup over his shoulders. Each sleeve came down halfway to the elbow.There it gripped his.