Maybe it was those the triggered her questions about a label.The label “Easy” had some connotations about not being very selective who she shared ...her body with. Her criteria for dropping her panties had varied from time to time, she recognized, but admitted that she was often less fussy than she could have been. “Slut” was awfully vague and not necessarily negative so she conceded it would be all right to have that designation. “Promiscuous” was more about how often she did it so that label. You sounded like a joke of a medieval king. Didn't you think for a nanosecond about the destruction it could cause to your relationship with Ashley? Didn't you think for a nanosecond about the rift that would cause in your relationship with Joanne? Did you give a hot damn what it would do to Ashley?"I sucked up your vile, smarmy attitude because I didn't want Ashley hurt. You could have escaped that damage if you had kept your stupid mouth shut." What do you know, you pissant?" My father. Writing hotwife stories on his computer while I slave away as a nurse during this deadly plague ... how naughty of you! Hmmm ... I’ll have to think about what I think about this. Send me the link in an email, dear. That’s not a request, either. Consider it a command, just to test out your ... willingness to truly submit to female authority,” Mom asserted, making Jessica and me snicker a little.“You want to read it all?” Darrell gasped a bit, but his boner was very rigid ... and not too. Emily turned around to see her lover, Gemma, smiling at her. She was wearing her usual, off-the-shelf body, but she was dressed up. Her hair was dark red today, and she'd styled it over one eye. Her remaining visible eye was framed with thick, black eyeshadow, reminding Emily of a raccoon. She wore a tight black spandex top that only covered one shoulder, contrasting it with a surprisingly tomboyish pair of combat trousers."This place is beautiful," said Emily. She felt underdressed in her.