I’ve ... We’ve been married for 25 years, 26 years next month ... And ... After a while, things can get a bit stale ... We’re not the most excit...ng couple. We haven’t got great imaginations ... You know?” She blushes a little. “I mean, for us, adventurous is usually something like leaving the lights on, or the covers off the bed ... And, if your love life is like that, after a while, things can get very stale ... And, we were stale.”Another deep breath, readying herself for her obvious – but. The disappointmentwas raw in her mind while she sat up in bed and considered her options.The only place she could go was back home to her stepfather. If she didit would mean giving up being Michelle. What could she do? She couldn'tstay here after last night.She made the call."So what do you want you little pussy. Want me to show how to be a realman?" Dad, I need to come back for a little while. Is that OK?"Why should I let a little queer like you back in the house?" You know half the house is. She could suck my dick slow, fast or hard. She would gag as she tried deep throat and moan and swallow my load. She was wet and tight. Eating her pussy, you could feel her cum on your tongue. Hot fucking. She was horny. She would fuck missionary. On all fours. She would ride it or reverse. Always moaning and squealing when I fucked her hard. She would always cum at least twice while I pumped my load in her.This is where my mind messed me up. I started seeing her with those guys. What really. Everyone’s cutting costs these days.“D’you know where I might find her?” I ask, trying not to sound too disappointed or look suspicious.“There was a sign in Wilko’s window the other day," the girl says. ”Might have gone for that.”Two minutes later I’m in Wilko’s and sure enough, in the back right-hand corner, a small female figure is squatting, rearranging something on the bottom shelf, her own bottom beautifully outlined by the tight fabric of her trousers. As conversation starters go, this is.