She came and called out my name. I remained silent and was watching her from inside. She came and started watching the pron. I could see, she was gett...ng turned on slowly. She was feeling horny. Her breath was going heavier and faster and I could see, her boobs going up and down with her fast breath.She was feeling hot and was lost in porn. Then only, I came out from the bathroom. She saw and went to the kitchen without saying a single word. I was happy that my plan worked.There was dead. But still domestic violence continued, even after laws were passed thatallowed a wife to have her husband castrated if she wished, the abusecontinued, it was only stamped out with the complete emasculation ofthe male race.Upon puberty males were milked for the gene pool, and injected with aconcoction of hormones and drugs that stopped their development in itstracks. Their bodies matured along feminine lines, they grew waists,hips, thighs, and breasts, their genitals failed to mature. She’d simply walked in, ordered a drink, removed her wedding ring and sat down in a booth. Within two minutes she was playing tonsil hockey with a young Spaniard.Her finger rubbed her g-spot, as she remembered how gloriously thick the cock was, that belonged to the Spaniard. Uncircumcised, the thick foreskin rolling over the head and then exposing it again as she stroked it to life, getting him ready to fuck. He was five inches long, but he was a meaty boy. So thick that when she wrapped her. Surprise, surprise!Our Thanksgiving dinner was traditional: turkey, dressing, cranberry sauce, yams, green beans -- the works. Emily, I was learning, was a fine cook. Mabel the regular cook was excellent, but on this day, she was not missed. The four of us were stuffed and feeling lazy in the late afternoon, sitting together in the downstairs living room. A football game was in progress – Detroit versus somebody – but none of us was paying any attention.“Are you going out tonight, Judith?.