This was harder than she thought it would be.These were the terrible, crushing truths she lived with every single day."And then you'll come to regret ...the whole thing. You'll regret the costand the pain you put Cyndi and the kids through. You'll regret it moreand more and finally you'll resent it. You'll resent living here in mylittle apartment instead of your lovely home. You'll resent having to askpermission to see your kids, you'll resent the awful choice of going totheir concerts and games. We would rarely have a mutual orgasm like this. I fell beside her and she told, “You are my man. I love the way you fuck me. Mmmmm” She slapped me and smiled. We never have had rough sex before and it was an amazing experience. I wanted to try something more this time. So I said her to get back to the doggy position. She asked why. I said, “I too have a surprise for you.”I grabbed some vaseline and put it over my dick. She was always scared to have anal sex so I kept it a secret till I was. They were on and I felt like I was wearing afluffed out frilly nappy, delicate lace covered my male bulge."There don't you look cute?" Mary cooed.Opening the new wardrobe she swung out a short black dress, Ilooked at it for a moment with worry racing through my mind. Iwas to be dressed as a maid, I was to look like a maid."You are going to be a maid," Mary finished of my thoughts."Is he ready yet?" Mother was calling from the kitchen."Soon Margret, soon," replied Mary.She pulled the apron. But there it is,this is what I've got to do. I guess the teacher wants us to thinkabout what makes us the kind of people we are, personality, socialbackground, all that stuff. So here I am trying to dictate some notes.If I burble away enough maybe I'll get some ideas. But what can I say?I'm an ordinary girl. I'm Amy Gardner, I'm sixteen, my likes are...mydislikes are...blah, blah, blah. I live with my mum, just the two of ussince Dad died. That's my stepdad, not my real dad. Daddy.