John was outside, performing his chores, and taking note that Mr. Smith's mare was in heat.Dropping his tools, John sat on a wooden bench, releasing h...s hardening dick from his breaches. The purple head glistened with pre cum, and he began to stroke the pulsing rod, imaging Clara naked and on her knees in front of him. In his imagination, Clara's lips wrapped around his cockhead, sucking and licking his growing manhood. The mare sensed his growing need, panting and stomping in her stall. John. Meri shadi 21 saal me hui thi. Tab tak main ek jawan ho gyi thi. Meri choot aur meri gand lund ke liye taras rhi thi. Hum Punjab ki ladkiyo me sex toh koot koot kar bhara hota hai. Par kya karen humari shadi aise chutyie se ho jati hai.Jis me jara bhi dam nhi hota. Sach kehun jese humare Punjab ki Sunny Leone uchal uchal kar khud apni gand me lund leati hai. Wese Punjab ki har ladki karna chahti hai. Par hume itna damdar lund milta nhi, isliye humare sapane adhure reh jate hai.Jab meri shadi. Susan paused then let a naughty little smile spread across her face as she said, “A nice piece of cold sausage of course!”That was all Jack needed. He had been feeling so horny all morning and that young girl poking at his flaccid cock had only exacerbated those feelings. Now, as soon as Susan had mentioned his penis as her dessert after supper he got an immediate erection. There was nothing he could do. The increased flow of blood into his cock pumped it up to its full stature and Jack could. An evil distrust had been uncorked, and I began torealize that my confession had altered the foundations of ourrelationship in some fundamental way.For example, sex became strange and forced, and much less frequent. Fromtwice a week to once every *other* month... maybe. But worse than that,Janice no longer seemed to reach climax anymore.And then other things began to deteriorate. Janice became more sarcasticand temperamental. We started having horrific shouting matches over themost inane.