With the gag in her mouth or a cock or too filling it when ever it was off it was hard to tell. And who really cares if she even orgasimed. It wasn't ...bout her it was me and my best buddy motherfucking.My story starts at 8pm in Elanes kitchen. Mom just poured two cups of herb tea for her and her grown son like she does every night after they have dinner. Tonight the tea will not only relax them both and help them digest their dinner, it will knock them both out cold for an hour OT two. When. ‘I’m not dressed for walking am I?’He laughed, ‘Well you always looked beautiful in traditional dress, and now you are even more so.’‘Yes, but look, these are hardly traditional.’ She lifted the hem of her saree and waved her feet, clad in gym trainers.‘Ha Riya, you always did bend the rules.’They laughed together, and Riya was happy in his company. The car pulled up in a car park area. Peter escorted her to the lookout, up some steps and on to a landing perched on the edge of cliffs. He held. "Dave smiled at the hockey comment and that seemed to relax him slightly. He thanked Mike as they parted ways and walked towards their respective balls. Dave had actually hit his ball very long even though it was off line and when he reached his ball he was farther then either Bob or Mike. Bob was the shortest and had to hit first. The first thing Dave noticed when he reached his ball was that the spectators had formed a small tunnel like opening between his ball and the green with people. I believed that if I had faith, God would give me a healthy, natural desire for my husband, and that would be all of the lust that I needed in that sense, that the Lord would by some miracle change my nature. He hasn't, Jake. He hasn't once, not in all these years of marriage. I prayed so many times for Him to give me my heart's desire, to be a straight, traditional, Biblical ... Christian wife. Submissive to my husband, as I should be."Please understand, I loved your father these many years,.