Friday, August 10, 2012


I was removing my wife’s panties.  The one’s I’d selected for her to wear on her date tonight.  Her fingers were sliding down to touch her recently fucked pussy.  I watched expectantly to see if any cream was awaiting my attention tonight.  I  half hoped there was, and half hoped there wasn’t.  Such is the conflict of being a sissy cuckold.

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