. bad for our working relationship."I giggled as we stared at one another. "Shemales seem to be very popular in this office, huh." What?" Oh, nothing,..." I answered.I finally had the reason for why he had been so distant; so inattentive. I wanted to be angry at him. I could have been having my cock sucked real good like this every day for the past year! But as I looked at him, and his cute little face, I wasn't angry. I was horny. My lips mashed against his and we kissed. I surprised him by. We walked a little deeper into the woods, until we reached a small clearing. My mind was racing with ideas, some good, some very dark. Sharon leaned against a tree, I pushed her back to it, kissing passionately and held her arms back to the sides of the tree. I pull away and told her not to move. I grabbed a couple of lengths of vines and wrapped them around Sharon’s wrists, she started giggling. “you kinky fucker, you gonna tie me to this tree and have your wicked way with me?” she said. As I. Now if there is one thing that Lindsey has always been, then it's a bloody hoarder. A bit like me really, she hadn't deleted a bloody thing, not one bloody email from the Prat, by the look of it. All stored away nicely, were all of her emails to and from [email protected]."I'll give the bleeder Dream-fucking-boat!" I thought to myself. I fucking ask you, what kind of a slimy castrated git uses a name like that? Oh, the castrated bit... well, that's what he was going to be when I got my. A few days later I looked thru it and found one such name unlined amongst the rest of other names and addresses of parlours so taking my intrigue I rung the number and the voice on the other side of the phone sent a tingle thru my body like I used to get when running my best rampant rabbit when the ex wasn’t around. Instantly I had to make the appointment and see what it’s all about, now I’m a 54yr 5, 9 tall brunette and the years have been good to me seeing as we hadn’t had any k**s and my.