...or they state “I wish my wife was a slut, like your wife”.Let me tell you, it is not meant for everyone. Be careful what you wish for.My wife w...as a virgin when I met her. I was her first. I was her first blowjob, first vaginal fuck and the first cock to enter her tight little asshole.My wife turned me on from the day we met. She was so innocent in every way. She was a Catholic Nun and I met her at a group meeting of troubled souls. I was going through a rough patch in my life and she. So we stripped down to our boxers and began sword fighting. No, not that kind of sword fighting. That comes later. We pranced around his room and the adjoining one for 20 minutes or so before we got bored. So we got dressed again and moved on to the next game. After a while I went home.A few days later I went over to my neighbors house to play but he wasn't there. He was at his mothers. His father was (they were divorced). He invited me in and told me my friend wasn't there. But he wanted to. Cathy was frantic.”I had thought the same thing. I wondered if Uncle Bert had programmed her to be this way, or, if there was a conflict between Cathy’s nature and the programming. I wondered if Dad knew and that was the reason he and Uncle Bert fought over Cathy. I hated to think Uncle Bert had done something like this to my sister intentionally. Had the devil dog bit him? Was that the reason he was putting me through so much before I got the formula?“Are you all right?”I looked up to see Abby. . in a good way, that I wasn'taccustomed to.I looked downwards in the mirror and saw bright pink shorts covering myhips, peeking out underneath the white tank top. I could see they huggedthe rounded shape of my hips, and accentuated an inward curve to my waistthat I hadn't known before. Turning to the side, I saw my ass stickingout, and forming an 'S' shape from my lower back. Spinning fully around,I looked over my shoulder and thought, "Hmmm... doing those squats mustbe paying off". I shook.