The life locked up isn’t so bad. At least where I was. Everything is structured, taken care of. Life becomes a rythmm. I described it once in one of...my books, as being like ‘one of the Ants.’ Then they told me I was free, go home. I had no home, I didn’t even want to go. I was happy where I was. Some money and some clothes, out the door, go be a productive member of society. Yeah, sure. I did find work in a gas station. I found an apartment. One thing then another, saved a bit, bought a house,. What he said was true, since then sex with my husband wasn't the same as before. The situation was that; it got better.Even if Adam didn't know the truth about that night, he must have felt something change about me because since then we've had much more intense intercourses. I loved sex with him. He could always able to satisfy me. I loved his cock too. It wasn't that huge like Mike's monster, but with his size of more than 8 inches, he still gave me a lot of pleasure. The relationship between. ‘So, what do you think about a movie?’ he asked his wife. ‘Oh I don’t know, you know I always love a good mystery. I wonder what is out now.’ ‘After dinner we will just have to drive over and see what is playing. Live life on the edge.’ ‘Oh yeah Henry, right on the edge,’ she said smiling. Dinner arrived quickly since the restaurant was still nearly empty and the couple dined in the elegant quiet. As they ate they talked of the kids, and the grandchildren, wondering if they would make it up. To try and keep it scientific I laid both women back with their cunts raised on cushions - I then got the warmed jug of cun and slowly poured it into Joy's old cunt. Wow it did seem to take a big load and when it was brimmed I picked up the camera that Mary had just fetched and took a pic of it, it was so sexy! Then, resisting the temptation to dive in and start slurping I slowly moved her forward and let it drain out into the measuring jug. When it was mostly out I took the measuring jug and.