That feels naughty good!" My wife purred. "That's it baby ... that's it, rub mommies clitty with daddy's prick honey ... nice and hard, nice and fast ...against it!" she urged. "Make daddy's big hard prick squirt all over mommy's clitty baby ... make it all messy, juicy, slick with his fuck juice!"I actually loved it when Jackie started talking with a "potty-mouth" as I called it, and had before felt so inclined to do so myself whenever she did. Up until now however, I'd actually refrained from. "I'm seeking food for the army, the Continental army," I said."Keep moving on. I ain't got none to spare." Been an accident," I said, jerking my thumb over my shoulder, "back yonder; came to tell you."He cocked his head and waited."Women said you were his son. He's dead," I said, "your father. Broke his neck, fell on the back steps."The man leveled his shotgun at me."You kill him?" he asked with unblinking eyes.I shook my head. "He missed a step, cracked his head and died. Did he drink?" None. I actually started wearing panties, bras, lingerie and high heels about fifteen years ago. I would wear my exwifes things all the time. I started buying my own lingerie and had several hiding places in the attic and basement for all of my sissy clothing. I would actually purge some of my things every now and then to keep my collection from getting out of control. Back when Craigslist had a personal ads section for casual encounters, I started posting ads to have anonymous meetings with other. And again. My screams compete with Tori and the strap, and once again, when I am sure I cannot stand another, he stops. Across the room again he goes, as I softly weep into the feathery pillow, the heat between my legs almost as great as my welted bottom. He returns and again stands over me, but rather than fire, this time his hands deliver ice as he squeezes the cream out onto my right nate. He again massages my cheek, this time delivering the cool cream over the raised ridges of the strap.