She was thrashing about under him as he was probing areas of her cunt she had never felt a cock before. After about four or five orgasms Andy said tha... she was so fucking wet he couldn't feel her anymore and so pulled out and lifted her legs higher. He asked me to come and hold them. I stopped stroking my cock and stood at the side of our marital bed holding my wife's legs up. I then realised what Andy was going to attempt. Debs had always refused anal and I thought this is where the night will. If he had to wager in a guess, and if his memory served him right, it had been probably several weeks since he last bathed himself. If someone were to come to his apartment building at that very moment, they would be greeted with the stench that would put even a sumo wrestler to sleep in a matter of seconds.‘The Trashmaster’ his online friends called him, due to the sheer amount of trash in his room. The floor, the ceiling, his bed, even in between the wall-mounted air conditioner somehow, it. I prayed for a good man for a husband. You showed up." You mean this," I said."Yes. I have told you before. I have told others. Brother Bob, him I told when I called him to discuss marrying you." I am satisfied, then. You are my own answered prayer."We've had this conversation before, and it makes her smile. "You prayed for a fourteen year old Guatemalan refugee?" Giggle. "YOUR prayer caused me to go through ALL that tribulation? Why couldn't you have prayed for that girl that runs the checkout. She sat down on the mattress abruptly.“My God! What am I doing?”I had to try to salvage the situation before she bailed out of the scene and into reality. “Just being your real self, free and uninhibited before the camera. Just letting your fantasies out. It's health to do that sometimes, mom. I only wish I could have the same sort of freedom, to act out my fantasies.”“You want to be a Jedi knight, right? She askedIn a stroke of inspirational genius, I said, “What I would really really.