Based on "Sa...ra Cynthia Sylvia Stout" by Shel SilversteinRodger Roberto Ricardo RoyWould not dress up as a boy!He'd brush his teeth and comb his hair,Scrub the dishes, sweep the stairs,In every way a wondrous joy,He just refused to dress like a boy.A pair of jeans? ... not a chance!He'd wear a skirt, but never pants.Wearing sneakers? ... he. I'd just fucked the boss's wife, and now she meant touse me for whatever other kinds of pleasure met her fancy. Thesecurity cameras alone weren't what would keep me in line. Nor wasit just my desire to keep this liaison secret from Carrie, so Carriewouldn't leave me, divorce me on the spot. I was also playing forCarrie's career. If I blew it, Carrie would suffer for my sins. This morning, when Gail Hanover had pulled my prick into her houseand then sat down on it, I really had gotten myself. I told her about my ex and she said “ I guess I can see that would make you want to get out.” I told her “ finding your wife having sex with someone else will make you either angry or full of rage” . I just knew that I needed to get away from her and never see her again. She handed me her card and told me that she would take care of lunch. I said goodbye and headed back to my hotel room. Stacey was lounging by the pool when I got back. She waved for me to come over. I headed over and she said “. She gave some resistance, closing her legs slightly, trying to move my hand away, but as I massaged her thigh, my fingers lightly grazing the lips of her pussy, her resistance melted away. My focus then was entirely on rubbing her pussy over her jeans. As I did, she moaned and groaned and gasped, rocking her hips into my hand, spreading her legs wide, pulling away from me, only to come crashing back down on my hand. Her hands gripped her the door handle, my leg, her breasts, or sat idly in the.Read More