“Besides, we can get down to the valley floor and back in less than thirty minutes. We should have time to spare. Not much, but enough. I didn’t c...me this far to go back empty-handed.”I wasn’t going to win this argument.The thirty-degree angle of the slope and the sheer granite face of nearly treeless stone made for a treacherous descent. We had almost made it to the base of the ridge when our rocky trail abruptly narrowed before ending in a dead end at the edge of a vertical cliff. It was. But, it's not to be entered into unadvisedly, but reverently and soberly.A good marriage has a kind of simple glory about it. A good marriage is like a rare animal. It's hard to find. It's almost impossible to keep.You see, people change.That's important for you to know at the beginning. People change.The glory of a good marriage don't come at the beginning.It comes later on.It's hard work."- "Judge Tolliver" - Edgar Buchanan---------In the split second before I opened my mouth I decided I'd. Now get down on your knees and clean my cock."I was puzzled. What did he mean, clean his cock. I started to head towards the downstairs bathroom to get a towel. "Where are you going slut." "I'm going to get a towel" "You don't need one, get on your knees and use your slut mouth to clean it." "No, I can't. That's disgusting and dirty. It will have poo on it." I cried as I moved away from him. He grabbed his belt and my hair with his other hand. "No. Please don't." I begged, expecting the belt. And what a hard on. After a minute of kissing, I backed off a bit, "Now that feels like a fuckin' big cock" I said to him as just as I was about to squeeze it, I heard a bell ring and I knew it was time to leave work. Looking into his eyes, "How would you like to come over to my place tonight and fuck me?" I asked him. He stood there for a moment thinking of my question, "Aren't you married?' he asked me. I laughed a bit "Yeah so?" I answered. Still in a bit of shock, "Wouldn't your husband.