I dropped it lightly over my head, allowingit to hang loosely down to the tops of my thighs. And somehow, as itmolded itself against my girlish shape,... it became a dress. Not like theone Chrissie had been wearing today: it didn't have a bow on the backor small yellow buttons running down the front, but it was a dress allthe same. A high-waisted scarlet shift so sheer I could almost see theghost of my underwear through it.A child's imagination is a wonderful thing. 4.I'm standing on the lawn on a. 15pm when he peered over the fence and gave me the thumbs up indicating if it was ok to start work i opened the window and said yes and asked if he needed a hand he said no it was ok if he was struggling he would ask, he is about 40 so he should be able to mange a few fence panels.He had taken out 3 panels and was stood on my side of the garden about to start putting the new ones in when i heard my wife moving around upstairs now my mind went into overdrive at that moment thinking she was going. ‘That’s what dirty little sluts get for being disobedient’. WHACK another crack…I can feel the imprint of your palm. Using both of your hands you spread my ass cheeks wide and spit on my hole.‘Sit up…turn around you whore’ you order. As I roll onto my back my knees fall open. ‘Mmmmm is my sweet little cum whore getting wet?’ Too busy concentrating on the pain I haven’t realised that my pussy is glistening. Kneeling between my thighs you run your fingers up the inside of my legs, pinching my. She was moaning lightly. She asked me to fuck her hard like her husband did, but I denied, saying, if she wanted to enjoy the best fuck ever she has to be patient. And she agreed, and there was no way either. I started giving her some good strokes. She was relaxing all the while.She was just behaving like a good slave ready to be fucked harder, but I dislike such acts, and asked her if she really wanted to enjoy and if so then please reciprocate my strokes and she started behaving aggressive.