And I was littletoo; according to the growth chart on the wall I was 4'10". The scale in thebathroom said I weighed a whopping 83 lbs. Short and small... for my age, but mymother was extremely petite so I would lay odds I would wind up that way too.The Metaphysics of my situation concerned me. I was not Megan West, that much Iknew. I had a litany of questions this forced me to ask myself. What happened tothe real Megan West? Had I somehow as a ghost possessed this young girl? Had Istolen her life?. "When we're married? When we're living across the country from each other?" Never," she whispered into my ear. "It'll be our secret. And it won't be cheating. Is it cheating when you hug me?" No," I said."When you kiss me?" Where?" This is just how we are," she said. "I don't think that's how it normally goes," I said, halfway to sleep."Will your wife ever fuck you like I do?"She might have had a point. A terrible, i****tuous point... Monica eased me out of her, and took my face, and drew me up. The thought of "5:30" awakened her from her dreamy masturbations. It was now 5:10, and the water had cooled. She got out of the tub, toweled herself dry, brushed her hair, and sprayed herself with just a hint of perfume on her neck.She went downstairs, removed the vacuum cleaner from its closet, plugged it in, and waited by the window to watch for Steven returning home. She was sure this would please him.He entered the house, admittedly thinking about sex. Steven was thinking all had returned. I leaned forward and kissed the head of his cock, it jumped as soon as my lips touched it. I gently sucked the tip of that huge tool in to my mouth, Frank gently placed on hand on the top of my head allowing me to take his tool at my own pace. Frank moaned sweetly as his head slid back and forth over my tongue. I pulled back till just the head was in my mouth, and started to do semi-circles on it. Frank groaned 'damn, that's good.' He pulled out of my mouth and said 'you wanted this inside of.