I’m coming baby. Fuck yea. Suck my clit. Suck it Baby. Fuck yea. Here I come.’ I yelled as I creamed my husband’s face. He devoured my pussy, li...king it clean, while Will bit my nipple, tugging on it with his teeth. ‘Please’ the woman begged as she ran a hand through her long ebony hair while her other hand slid in and out of her sloppy pussy. My heat was still quivering when Will pulled me off of my husband’s face and bent me over the edge of the bed. ‘Now it’s my turn’ he grunted as he. There was no mistaking it. It showed Casey lying there, her eyes closed, while some guy was plundering her."Ta ta, sweetie pie. Remember, tomorrow, by the end of the day. Your resignation and recommendation, or else," she hissed, then turned and left.What astonished me, after I had the time and mental equilibrium to think about it, was my first emotion. It wasn't rage or contempt, as you would imagine. It was... I guess the simplest word would be... hurt. I just sat there feeling terribly. My body was definitely changing. Everything for the first eight months was going fine, just the regular effects, but then I started to violently ill.It began to get progressively worse. I tried to carry on for the next few months but, I never got any better, and my Doctor and I decided to stop. I slowly started to feel much better. I was depressed for a while, wondering why this was happening to me and then I became very introspective. I came to the realization that I am a girl, a woman, and my. "Ruthie was a fixture at any bowling event. When she was younger, she was one of the best in the area. Now she only bowled for pleasure, but she was active in the administration part of the tournaments."Hiya, Ruthie," Mitchell said walking over to the sign up area."Hi Mitchell, planning on winning today?" Ruthie asked."Today and everyday! You know me. Tell me, who was that redhead you were talking to a few minutes ago?" Mitchell asked. "I don't think I recognize her from around here.".