Even some of her hair was stuck together with globs of goo. I couldn’t fathom any explanation that could justify my wife—my former wife—becoming...some cum-dump.She definitely had a problem with liquor. Many times in the past I had to rescue her at parties when she consumed too much. Alcohol was her achilles’ heel.How could she have let this happen? I fought back tears. After she puked again in the toilet, I helped her to bed and went to check on Timmy. He was still sound asleep, oblivious to the. * Now... Jenna often slipped into a mild trance as she sat in her meditative pose. The world could rattle around her yet she would remain floating in her own pocket of ease. Not that she was oblivious to her surroundings. She was just attuned to what her body and mind needed at the moment to remain balanced. Today though, she couldn’t quite find that balance. There was a miniscule waver in her breath, her heartbeat off by a microsecond. Like a pin drop on a perfect sheet of ice, a tiny chip. He sensed this throbbing piece of meat just inside, putting tension on the thin fabric of his hymen. He wondered if he would count, go slow or end it with a mighty thrust. Alex lay confused and trembling.“Oh look, she’s nervous. Such a nice little pussy and untouched. Like fresh powder on the slopes. But once ridden, that’s it. Never the same again. Ready?” He grabbed Alex’s legs and thrust in, tearing the innocence, leaving it behind as the massive shaft drove right through it.“Mmph.” Alex bit. I just have the build that makes it look easy, but it’s just learned muscle reactions, like playing an instrument. Any of you play?” Two raised their hands. “Ok, how long did it take before your playing sounded ok?” Two years, they both allowed. “Right. That’s just about how long it took me to begin to get some proficiency. So no big deal, right? Nothing but eye-muscle automatic response, when you see a note on the page, you don’t think where to put your fingers, yes? They go to the right place.