Oh fuck yea.” Here I am, fist fucking a woman that I just recently met and at that point in my life I realized one thing from the words that came ou... of her beautiful mouth, as well as her craving for uninhibited wild sex, “you can’t tell a book from it’s cover.” She looks so sweet, so lady like, so refined. Is this really me I’m looking at. The fact of what I was doing was taking my breath away as much as hers, as she started fucking my hand with total abandonment. Her body was in the throes. Peeking behind the corner, I saw Henry sat on the tallstool and dangled his dainty feet idly. He looked so much like a littlegirl with his long shoulder length hair. It became understandable whyhe always refuses to cut his hair short when my wife wants him to havea more boyish hairstyle."Hi, sweetie. Does it still hurt as much?" I asked in my well-practicedfemale voice as I flounced into his sight. He sat up, shaking his headfuriously. I checked the lump again, which appeared bigger than. I slowly got an idea of what it must feel like for him. At least he didn't sleep around and as far as I know he hasn't seen Julie and her harem. Only I have been sleeping around.So why can't I just forget about this stupid stuff? Tell him that I love him and dump Roger and that cuckold club. We had fun living together. Sure we had some rough spots, mostly over trivial stuff that neither could remember the next day. Sex was great and plenty.All the cocks I've tried have either been worse or. It's natural to find that my probing is going to hit some sensitive areas. Just be as honest as you can and over time the facts will reveal themselves in one way or another."We sat and chatted about college life for a few minutes before Georgette suggested we get back to the interview."Okay, now I want to ask some more personal questions. Don't be offended, please. They are all part of a pattern of knowledge that I am building. I'm not trying to upset you."I nodded, not knowing exactly what she.