Thick waves of hair partedto reveal hertear-streaked face. "Interesting.?What brings tears to the eyes of a wife as she sluts foranother man?? Is itsh...ame, an overpowering disgrace born from theincapacity to control her own desires?? Or is it simply pure lust, herbody's final desperate mechanism for dealing withextended deprivation,fired by a ravenous carnal appetite? Of course, a trueslut couldnever feel shame.?A true slut would abandon everything for a good hardfucking, never stopping to think. They began to tell me stories about all the girls they brought down this same road during high school, and the things they did to them. I responded with a story of how I walked out of the East Texas oil fields when I was in high school after the proposition of "put out or get out" was posed. I broadened my shoulders talking in a loud, gruff voice trying to appear tough before suggesting we get out for a smoke and another beer. As I got a little room between me and them and a little fresh air, I. Now, more often than not, neighbors only waved when they saw him. He seemed to like it that way.On this day, the men watched as Tom walked, almost trotted, past the small store and into the Post Office. He reappeared a few moments later carrying a hand full of mail and walked back toward the store. His next observed stop was the small bank. They could see him through the window as he talked to the teller, Mrs. Peters. She watched him fill out a withdrawal slip, then she counted out the. Stretched out on the scream like a jungle cat is a statuesque brunette wearing a black dress so tight it looks like a second skin and lying on a black panther skin rug. Her creamy white flesh looks like porcelain. The top of the skin tight velvet dress is nothing but a pair of thin straps that widen just enough to cover her taut nipples. They might be hidden by the fabric, but with the lighting it's very apparent that they are rock hard. the dress itself is almost more of a bikini, the slit for.