Then she stuck out her tongueat him.All too soon the door opened and three more females strolled in. Theywere carrying lots of plastic objects which,...at first, he didn'trecognize. Belatedly he realized that they were sex toys. There weregags and dildos and butt plugs and a few more he still couldn't identify. One of them had a hat box from which she took a bright yellow wig, made ofobviously artificial material. Another had an oversized shoulder bag fromwhich she unpacked a crop, a paddle. I know I can’t complain and that I have it better than most. Mike is a good provider and I know he doesn’t cheat on me but is that enough to sustain life, I fear not. The page stopped there and as I stared at her writing, I tried to think of our life from Marge’s point of view. It’s not that this was a shock to me it was just I hadn’t really considered our life as Margie had portrayed it. I felt our life was comfortable and I guess I always thought Marge felt the same as I did. Just because I. I stared at his back waiting for him to bring the fullness of the truth to light. “I don’t want to lead you on,” he said to the wall, “I don’t want you to think that we are a couple.” The truth was, that I knew we were not a couple. The truth was, that what we shared was the past. Oh, but how I wanted to live the lie, if only for a night. I struggled to fight back my sobs as I searched for the right words to say. Finally, I mustered up what little dignity I had left and asked, “How can you say. She placed her purse on the floor and leaned against her door. She began to squeeze her tit with her left hand and started rubbing her pussy with her right hand.I couldn’t take it anymore and began to cum. He held my cock in the back of his throat and he licked my milking balls. It was the most intense thing I ever felt. I didn’t realize but when I looked over the old lady was beginning to cum as she thrashed her head side to side and lifted up on her tip toes. He looked over, shocked. This.