My credibility was shot. I was synonymous now with white trash skankdomfor all the world to see. My sister thinks I betrayed her, and probablyhates me... and my friends have all seemingly abandoned me.My life was in complete an utter ruin. I could not have done a betterhatchet job on it if I tried.As the world outside darkened for another night, and I sat alone in myunlit house, I could see no solution to my misery and no escape from mydoom.My life was over.Despair engulfs me in totality. As I. " Cat said softly. Krissy stepped over the threshold and into her arms. Cat folded her into her body, closing the door behind her. She buried her face in her neck, grasping her shirt, needing her..the feeling surging through her. Cat lifted her gently, Krissy's legs twining around her hips and she carried her to the couch, sitting down. Krissy lifted her head, and their mouths brushed. Their eyes stayed open as they kissed softly. "I'm scared...I don't want to need you like this," Krissy. Not yet.Though we maintained a close relationship, what hadhappened between us was never far from the surface, eventhough two years or so would pass before anythingchanged. Things started to boil not long after Carla turnedtwelve, and started developing tits. Really developedtits. Curves followed, and by the following year, shehad developed from a cute little girl into a nubileyoung woman. Needless to say, having her so near and outof reach drove me crazy.My workout routine never varied in all. She looked very hot. Too hot to be taking stock take in a grain store I thought. But whoa she was my wife and her sexy dressing turned me on. Maybe I would get a chance to wank my little cock in the fields today I thought. She returned home about 8:30 that evening looking very dishevelled, with her top all done up wrong her tits blatantly hanging out, nipples swollen and showing and a broad satisfied grin on her face. I could tell she had been drinking wine as she smelt of wine. “How was your.