A pretentious man-girl calling herself "Pretzelgirl."What the hell kind of "Truth" is that?It's all I've got.YOU CAN TELL A TRUE TG STORY BY THE QUEST...IONS left in your mind afterwards. You read something and wonder, "Did it really happen?" Example: "My wife came home unexpectedly the other day and found me in her bra and panties. She yelled and screamed, called me a fag, and made me promise never to do it again. We've made up now, but I still want her to be a part of my fantasies. I want her to. I helped her in unzipping my pant and gave a free hand to have a control over my tool.She held it tightly and started giving small strokes and I kept myself busy in taking a boob out and started sucking a hungry child. She closed her eyes and started enjoying my sucking and letting out beautiful moans,which served as a shot in my arm to suck it more ferociously and biting her nipple very often. I tried looking at her face when I sucked it to my satisfaction. As soon as I was done, she went. Just go ahead and give me your address and I'll send my best man over right away." It wasn't long before I hung up and went back to my truck. After some tricky maneuvering in my front seat, I managed to get dressed in the clothes Claire had given me and I drove the short distance to my house. It felt weird not to park in the garage like I usually do, and to approach the front door like a stranger. I rang the doorbell and prepared myself for whatever might happen. The door opened and Sierra,. She filled a small corncob pipe, and they sat together on a bench smoking quietly for a few minutes. The woman poked him with her elbow at length and asked, "What'chu want to know, Mr. Beall? I gotta get along home soon. M'man's waitin'." Might be a secret," Beall said, head lowered, studying his toes."I knows some secrets. And I keeps 'em, too." So they say, uh huh. But this here's about a woman's been gone some time. No need to keep her secrets." Who, what woman you talkin' of?" Elizabeth.