. .’ ‘Yes, only a part of married life,’ Veronica cut in, ‘but an important part. It’s a physical way of demonstrating love for each other. ...elieve me, Richard, I wanted to do just that but . . .’ She paused, reached for her fork and resumed stirring food, eyes concentrating on the plate. ‘But what?’ I said softly. When she looked back up at me, I could see tears welling. ‘Oh, God, Veronica, what’s the matter?’ I said, rising from my chair. ‘No, sit down, Richard,’ she said sharply. ‘I’m. Come on, it's cold out here."Scott jogged back to the door and held it for her as she pushed the bike inside. She followed him to the gym.He held up his fists. "Sparring gloves for the heavy bag. Heavy bag meet Taylor, Taylor meet heavy bag." Show me what you do."He threw a combo and flowed into a series of strikes, varying his pattern of attack. He worked the bag, always on the move, changing the pattern as he went and finished with a series of knee strikes. He stopped and gathered his. Doooommmmfffffffff mmmeeeeeeggggggggg hugggg huggggggg guuuiiillll''''ohhhh look at that , no more talking with a big cock in your mouth''''you think you are a tought guy? tought lil punk think he is cool acting like this?''she ramm her big strap on in my mouth my head in her hands yelling down at me, mouth dripping gagging spit running down on my tshirt''oh you suck this big cock very good you must have a lil cock all hard in there''''a little little cock, like every stupid boy who never. Rochelle!” Her father called and went after her. I floated like a diver stranded out in the ocean. Naked. I still felt her fingers inside me. I touched my pussy, putting my fingers were she had been. My labia were soft, open slightly, and I really would have liked to continue. How could I tell her that now? Would she come back? So, I floated. And floated. And floated. “You are still out here?” Her father asked when he came back. “Yeah, I thought...” “Rochelle is gone. She left with some friends.