She was relaxed by now, and almost completley drunk. She told him her life story, how she grew up in an abusive home, how her boyfriend had just dumpe...d her, how she longed for attention. She was 16, she told him, and had a secret, burning desire to go to Vegas. He began to flirt with her, lacing his subtle praise with sexuality. Soon she was dancing around the room for him. Jason's eyes watched those huge tits bounce, and shake. She sat on his lap, breathing hard. Jason slowly brushed his hand. I don't want the world knowing what kind of sissy I married." I hated when she said that. This was all her idea after all! I reached for the star-butt shorts and slipped them on. "Are you sure you want to wear those?" "I don't have anything else." "Well ok, but. . ." "But what?" "Well, honey. They do show off your nicely shaved legs. And they will certainly make your shoes stick out more." I reached for my wing tips. "What's wrong with my shoes." "Well, since you asked, you won't be. She had also made arrangements for a birthday card to be delivered by hand to our daughter each year until her death. The binder came with a specific list of life events with instructions on when to play the message she had left on the disc. There was a graduation message, a pre-wedding message, 30th birthday message, and so on. I also knew that there was a "When you meet your father" message. I think there were about 200 in total. She had also left a pair of flash drives in a safety deposit. She heard his fly zip open, and fixed her eyes on the microwave, up on the counter, in front of her, knowing she was about to be ravaged and knowing he would not be taking her feelings into consideration one jot. Without more fore-play he slammed his giant tool into her, luckily having rapidly become wet as soon as he kissed her, so the pain of the 12inch thick monster ramming itself into her all the way was not as terrible as it may have been, but boy oh boy it was not only invasive it was a.