It was all very ugly and I was loving every minute of it.Well, I let her stew for a few days. She leaves me nasty messages on my phone. She sends awfu... emails. I’m laughing hysterically.It was time to drop the hammer. While she was stewing I was busy. First I get a notarized copy from the urologist who performed the vasectomy. Next I get a notarized copy of the TWO test results indicating a “negative test result for sperm” to show I’m sterile and shooting blanks. Finally, I get a letter from a. There were a couple of stragglers on train and with each stop the train emptied out more and more. I was 20 minutes into my trip when I looked up from my laptop and noticed that the only two people left on the train where myself and another lady. She was about 36 and beautiful. She wasn’t dressed like a professional more like a hippie. She had beautiful dark brown hair, brown eyes and was wearing cute fringe jacket on top of a pretty yellow dress that went to just above her knees. The v in the. He came around front and asked me if I wanted to have some warm cum to eat. I was still horny as fuck and nodded my head vigorously. Daddy Art took 2 fingers and scooped up some cum and wiped it across my lips and tongue. "Like it?" he asked me? I just nodded some more."Good, let's see if we can keep that attitude going," and he proceeded to jerk on my soft sissy clitty which immediately became rock hard. He rubbed and rubbed all the time looking me in the eye until I felt my orgasm. In perpetuity.“And in exchange... , “ I started to say, but my wife stopped me with a kiss, as she wasn’t done yet.“Honey, how I’ve thought of it is ... if I belong to you ... I’m already a part of you. By that logic, you already belong to me, too. All of me is yours, because I’m attached to you, in body, soul, and spirit. We are woven, even fused, seamlessly into one being, one entity. What’s mine is yours, without conditions. What’s yours is mine, also without conditions. It is a microcosm of.