Should I call him back and find out what he'd been up to or should I ignore it and hope that things would work out in the end?Still dazed I made my wa... back into the living room. Ben took one look at my expression and was out of his seat and wrapping his arms around me."What's the matter, Marj?" he asked squeezing me tightly."Kevin's been playing around," I said."What do you mean by playing around?" he asked and I blushed."He stinks of..." and I paused and looked at Ben with wide eyes. "There's. Gimme your jizz. Cum for your nasty slut. I wanna feel you dripping down my chest. I'm just gonna put my shirt on when you're done. I'm gonna eat dinner with my dad knowing that I've got your dried spunk on my chest. Do it, Ben! Cum!"I growled and leaned back, feeling the compression in my balls as I readied for ejaculation. Adrienne started hunching her body up and down even faster, squeezing her massive breasts around my long prick, compressing her titflesh to form an even tighter tunnel of. How could he have brought her here a second time? Suddenly he knew what had to be done.Neither the manicured lawn nor the marble steps under his feet weakened his resolve. He would storm this castle, confront its master, and take his wife from this place once and for all. No longer would he wait for the spoils of another man like a timid peasant resigned to gathering table scraps for sustenance.It was more anger and desperation than epiphany that drove him through the heavy front door that. We all have fantasies. Mine are well controlled and I would argue that knowing them have made me stronger and better able to resist my feelings.What is to me ironic is that I have never heard Stephen King accused of being demonic even though he has written stories showing excellent knowledge on that subject. Nor have I heard of Agatha Christie accused of being a murderer, although she certainly must spend a lot of time researching and writing about some of the most unusual murders. That follows.