Those men were all stupid. Yet, I think of them as the best friends I never had. Because they left you all to me. Your money means nothing to me. I ad...ore your body, I love your looks, and I am not good at saying this. But I think that I am in love with you, with who you are, all of you. I know I am."She turned, tears falling from her blue eyes like the last rainfall in the desert. It was sad and heartbreaking.He pulled her close, muffling a hurt that was long swallowed and valiantly ignored."I. I just loved it for some reason. It was all I could think about! As I got older I started wearing my Mom’s stuff too. Everything! I knew it was crazy but I just couldn’t stop! Panties, bras, nightgowns, stockings, skirts, blouses, dresses, even her heels! They never actually caught me but I’m sure they knew. As I got older, I started fantasizing about having someone dress me up. Usually against my will! Is that crazy or what?” “Darling, you’ve been to my website, and heard my stories right? I. Shortly after starting the job my employer (Jon) told me to write a Journal of my new life, and he has since created a web site that it is published on.If you care to read my Journal you will discover that my relationship with Jon is rather different to that of most employee and employer, but I have easily come to realise that I have a life that just could not be more satisfying or pleasurable. I love my life and all the little adventures that Jon and I get up to.Apart from a little bit of hair. I kept thinking of the trip undergone with my friends, the scenic beauty of the places visited and sex with them during the trip. “But what should I do now, so that I can catch a sleep”, I thought. “Should I see some of the videos of sexual interaction that I had with my friends,” I wondered. I turned on the video player and saw on the TV screen my sex orgies with my friends. The videos aroused me. As the pictures of my friends fucking me appeared on the screen, I started feeling wetness in my.