"Well have some pride, woman, and dump his perverted old ass."Misha tried to reason about what had changed in order for her to be where she was now: o... this tired old sofa, freshly recovered from a mind-melting orgasm, at the hands of this man she had been so repulsed by.Masha's brain started to create, and soon the image was replayed in her mind. But it was as if a new edit of that day had been re-written, one that she now remembered differently, the original being saved deep in her. I guess I've always been more of a voyeur than a doer and my wife was more than happy with the status quo.In addition to the lack of sex, during the first years of our marriage she got more and bitchier about things around the house. The house needed to be cleaned, dinner needed to be made more quickly, the grass was too long, etc. It was really starting to get to me when she got upset that my friend Jimmy and I were going to stay up and drink some beers. I had worked with Jimmy about three. " Rumor?" Mr. Hall asked, but Andy ignored him."When she told me the girl's name, I knew the rumor was false because Lindsey was in the store where I work for an hour until Jerry picked her up and brought her here in his squad car. She had run away from the kid giving her a ride when he wanted to go party with his friends." What time did she get to the store?" Mr. Hall asked. Incredulous at the question, Andy told him, and Mr. Hall said "There was still time."Jerry spoke up then. "No, Sir,. “OK now stick your legs out either side of the tree as we can now cuddle totally safe.” She did as I said, doing this forced her legs out wider and further apart. I reached around her, one arm just below her shoulders and the other across her bottom and pulled her into me.As a result her pussy slid along the whole length of my cock. She gasped as it stimulated her. When I had pulled her fully into me the head of my cock rested right against the entrance of her pussy. We sat like that for a.