He pulled his hand out of my pants and sniffed it and thenoffered it to me to sniff. It was soaked with pre-cum and lapped it uplike a dog. He looke...d down at my crotch and snickered, "Looks like thissuit'll have to go to the cleaners Bud!"My pants were wet with pre-cum too. "Oh, well, whatever!"He pulled them off with one tug and sat there on his knees just staringinto my crotch. "I love them! When did you get them? They are so fuckinghorny!"Without another's moment's hesitation he dove. You slut ... How could you? I loved you, you were my life and I come home to this ... You whore. You immoral little whore." And as suddenly as the anger came now tears took over.I sat there on the kitchen chair sobbing like a baby, everything was lost. There was no way back. I couldn't accept her screwing around on me. I loved her, but she had to be all mine or not at all. Eventually I calmed down, and looked at my once loving wife. "You fucking cow! I thought we were happy. I thought we were. Something had triggered in him, and he was feeling so much more for that leggy redhead than just infatuation and lust. It was desperation to call her his - to be able to actually say she was his girlfriend. They had kissed, and that had to mean something.Tossing his towel at the drying rack, he began peeling his clothes off. Ever so carefully he removed his t-shirt, reverently laying it down by the sink and running his fingers tenderly over the splatters of Suki’s blood and smiling to himself. My wrist got very limp and I knew itwas very girly to have a limp wrist but it just felt right. Poly noticedhow I was holding my right arm with a very dainty limp wrist andcommented, "Grandma look at Timmy's wrist! He's holding it like a girl.Boys don't do that do they?" Well that's because Timmy is a sissy Poly. He is not like other boys.For heaven's sake, look at him sitting up here in his girls' tights anda pink bow in his hair. He just feels like a girl and his mannerismshave a mind of.