Now ... let’s try that again. Tell me about your arm.”She started crying. “It was my fault. I should have known better.” She looked up beseech...ingly. “Really! I was stupid to even suggest there was another woman. Any man would have reacted that way. I was a ... um ... bad wife, and I got what I deserved.”I got up and moved around the table toward her. She quickly pushed her chair back in preparation to rise, but I halted her with a gesture. “Just stay right there, Tawny.” She looked like a. "You're ashamed of me? I'm not the one lying to their spouse about where they are going and with whom. I'm not the one making out with someone else. I'm not the one that should be ashamed. That one is on you Samantha. You should remember that you are married and behave yourself." "I have done nothing to be ashamed of John," she said. Now Samantha was beginning to get angry, I could tell by the way she was getting louder. "Samantha, I'm not going to argue with you. Get your coat and come home.. Slowly, he pulled his hips back and his swollen cock head dropped behind his sleeping wife. He lined it up with his left hand, and slowly, slowly, ever so slowly, pressed forward with his strong, tight ass until the head came to rest directly in the center of her pussy lips. Then, grabbing her ass again with both hands, he slowly, slowly applied pressure and felt her pussy slide, one millimeter at a time, out, out, out to the ring around his head, and finally close around his swollen. Ilooked out the window once more, but no cars were in sight.Sitting at my mother's vanity, I put on a heavier than usual (for me)coat of lipstick and a little mascara - which was easier than I thoughtit might be. Clipping on some dangling silver earrings and pulling myhair back with a headband, I definitely looked like I was all female.If I had been in school like this I could have been a cheerleader!I thought about some of my school friends, Mandy, Joanna, and Kate, andhow much fun they were.