..”I paused and shook my head.“It’s real. It’s not hate or rage or anger. It was just indifference. I’m not your husband, not your lover, no... even your friend. I’m just a guy that you regret having to hurt. It’s cool. We’ll get through this. It’ll be the last thing you have to do with me. Then we’ll work out an agreement for the divorce and we each go free. I guess that’s the best thing for both of us.”“Rand, I didn’t want it to come to this,” she said sadly. “I really do love you, but it’s not. Both of my hands were full of her ass cheeks as I sucked her long, pointed tongue, which had so very recently been buried in my wife's fuckhole and asshole.When we came up for air I glanced over at Debbie, who was sitting in a desk chair, legs spread wide, fingering her cunt. Debbie was just oh so slightly "full figured", with great legs, a smooth bubble butt, and over-sized, firm tits, all wrapped up in skin that was naturally dark, reflecting her Mediterranean heritage. One of her hands held. I straddled him and fucked as hard and wild as I have ever fucked in my life. My hands were roaming his chest, his face, his hair in a completely non-symmetrical frenzy of action. My mouth was all over his and on his prickly, unshaven neck.And my pussy was in heaven. I had never cum as hard or as often as I did for the next eight hours. The first time he came, I went down on him until he got hard again and fucked him until he came again. Then I did it again, it took longer to get him hard, but. It’s not your fault.” “It is though!” She cried. “Men…men just don’t like me!” She started crying even harder. “Suuure they do!” He assured her. “They just…well…I don’t know, they don’t see how attractive you really are!” Ms. Tutweiller looked up at him, her hair plastered across her face. “Y-y-you think I’m attractive?” “Of course I do! You just wear your hair up in that bun all the time, and guys just don’t see how young you really are!” Emma sniffed. “S-s-so if you were older, you would.