He has this spring in his step – kind of like a track star where the weight of his body seldom comes to rest on his heels. His ass marched on hypnot...zing me over the rolling hills of nameless pink, blue, and yellow wild flowers. His long slender legs disappeared behind his green nylon shorts – oh what I would pay to be the fabric between his thighs. My eyes moved upwards to his muscular butt, with every step his ass taunted me, my tong longed for a taste of his salty skin. Poor Cody had no. At first I almost accepted it, thinking I had done something to deserve it, but recently I have become tired of getting off with my hand. I deserve a chance at happiness and I'm going after it. I've decided that, while discretion is necessary, it wouldn't be the end of the world if my wife and I split up. I love her, but it's obvious that she doesn't love me, and the longer this exile goes on it is becoming clear to me that she doesn't deserve my love anymore. On Friday night Elaine went out. Mrs. Wharton, for example, prefers it there rather than in her pussy." I wonder why?" Jenny said and began licking his balls."C'mon, suck me!" He gasped.Excited by his words, Jenny gobbled him up and Franck started fucking her face with short, hard strokes, and Jenny reveled in it. His big prick slid in and out of her mouth as the wet, slurping sounds filled their ears. Jenny's tongue slid all around his cock, feeling each his pulsing veins pressing her cheeks out. She began to frig her clit as. "Look at me; it's not your fault! It's that stupid Sonafabitch who ran the damn red light's fault! You can't blame yourself. It's just a bad break; it very well could have been you instead of me. Hell, for that matter, we could both be dead. Look how lucky we are. Can't you see how many people care for us? The one thing neither one of us can do in life is look back. We have to keep looking forward. Besides, who said I was going to be in this wheelchair the rest of my life? Buddy, believe me, I.