....wowzers...I love it...it's always soo good.....yowza! No one ever fucked me as good and made me cum like you do! Ohh god yeaaaaaahhh I love it, do...n't ever stop!Ohh. I'll never stop! I love your sexy bod and your hot pussy, and no one has ever sucked my cock as good as you! I love it when I go out for awhile and you say, don't be too long, I plan to be sucking a certain someones dick later! Ohh I love that, and I love fucking you, I've never loved to fuck anyone like I do you!Ohhh. Humming, I sauntered to my dresser, eager to find the perfect thing to wear. I opened my drawers, looking at all the blouses and shirts I had. I groaned, shaking my head. They were so ... girly. Childish. None of them had that pizzazz that fit me. Surely, I had clothes that weren’t so babyish. I pulled out one top that looked like a frock.I wanted to gag.How could I wear any of these? What was wrong with me?I threw that down then rummaged through the drawer, throwing more and more tops to the. I did not know what to do at this point.When I got in the house it was still. I walked up to the master bedroom and could hear my hubby's deep sleep breathing. I took a quick shower and then crawled into bed. I was dead tired and thought I could fall asleep quickly. But my head had barely hit the pillow when I felt my hubby move close to me and ask if I had had a fun time. Then he said, Oh you had a few drinks too. I realized then that I was still pretty drunk. MY hubby was soon all over my. I was infor a shock; usually she was slightly sympathetic to me but not this time. Shecommented that maybe he was right perhaps I was a prostitute, why else would Ihold my skirt up above my waist and walk around displaying myself. I foundmyself shouting my denial I even threw the bag containing my knickers at myDad, which made him swerve the car. I hadn?t realised we were pulling on thedrive at home and the crunch of the gatepost scraping down the side of the carmade me stop shouting in a.