"Come to bed with me, OK?" OH MY GOD Sis, you're so beautiful. I always imagined you so. But for real!!" He followed me into the bedroom.Now I haven't...exactly been the faithful wife, but this was only the second time another man shared my marriage bed. Patch sat on the edge of the bed as he pulled off his pants and shirt. Then he caressed my perked up tits thru the silky fabric and pushed the nightie between my legs. It felt so smooth. Soon we were naked and it was finally time to give Patch. By the time I left primary school to move on to grammar school, I had her wrapped around my little finger. I also felt I could trust her, over the years anything I said to her she would keep in confidence and not tell my mother. As I got into my teens the arguments with us got worse, as I got bigger and stronger she had trouble holding me for the spankings and got my father to help hold me bent over. I hated my father for that, so we were never close. Anytime I was ‘grounded’ he would be made. The ones who fit into that categorystrived to stand out and be more beautiful. And most of these people weregirls. Greg was the nice guy, the confidant, the boy who was always thereto listen for the girls who generally didn't belong to the cliques anddidn't get asked to school dances or out on dates.While he yearned for the cheerleaders and the social butterflies, Greggenerally enjoyed close friendships with his prom queen wannabe friends.The girls talked to him about things they would have. He closed his eyes, and let out a soft moan. Now, the client moved his hand into the bra and going straight for the nipple. Before long, he felt his nipple harden as the client’s fingers keep circling around it and the tip of his finger rubbing against it. The client slowly removed the top, leaving the bra on. The client took a look at his body and smiled. “You’re getting hard my dear”. He said nothing but just smiled shyly, all the while not daring to look at the client.“Remove my Jacket and.