I want to be used like I use to be, the way my cousin taught me to take dick down my throat & balls deep in my ass. I’m going to do it. I have b...egun to workout & exercise in order to slim down my dad bod so that I can become more feminine-looking. I’ll start practicing yoga, eating right & secretively look for make up to wear as well as some slutty type of clothes. But where can I hide this sort of stuff, out of site of my k**s or someplace that my wife wouldn’t be able to find them? I also. ‘I don’t want to be the one to tell you this man, this just isn’t fair.’ He did eventually tell me. I don’t really remember much after that. I remember feeling like a trap door had just opened up beneath my feet, and I was falling, and falling fast. Feeling like I was suffocating and unable to breathe. I recall losing my breakfast in a failed attempt to reach the toilet. Everything else was just a blur. ** Becky was dead. Driving home in that storm the evening before, she had apparently come. She smeared it around with a look of rapt curiosity."I suppose this is kind of disgusting, though," she chuckled, squeamishly poking at the goo pooling at her navel, watching it stretch out a slippery strand attached to her finger. Her voice reminded me of her mom's at that moment. Slightly deeper. Full of lust.Denise apparently heard echoes of the same thing, because she immediately contributed: "You don't SOUND disgusted."Lissa laughed openly, then. Not a giggle or a chuckle but a full-bodied. We were pretty evenly matched. Probably the only difference between the two of us was I've got red hair, a larger chest and am a few years older. She winked at me as I reached for her hand. It was show time!!With Mark leading the way we walked down the long hallway hand in hand and our sides pressed together. We were both nervous. We could hear all the men shuffling around and talking. As we rounded the corner we both gasped. There was more men than either of us had guessed.We were led to the.