’ We judge the marriages of our friends. Our neighbors. Co-workers. Casual acquaintances. Celebrities we don’t even know.And we are alw...ys wrong. Even when we’re right, we’re wrong, because our opinions are based on inadequate information. Marriages are too complicated and too subtle. They turn over the years on words said and unsaid, tones, pauses, touches gentle or rough, welcomed or shunned, sex or lack of it, money or lack of it, gestures, expressions, a face turned. And said,“Suck it! You Bitch! Harder! Faster! Go on.”Then I held her hair and started mouth fucking her. I was deep throating her. She took it all and I came in her mouth. She then drank all of it. Then I lifted her with hair and asked her to sleep on my lap turning her ass to me. Then I started slapping her ass cheeks one by one until they turn red.Then I made her lay on her back on the bed. Dragged her to the corner and separated her legs. Then I started rubbing my dick on her pussy lips. She. After a minute of tasting her lips, he pulled back and squeezing her round ass, ‘What’s your name, darlin’?’ ‘Violet,’ she responded, in a slightly dazed voice, her fingers clutching his shoulders as if afraid she would fall. She squirmed in his hands, her bottom rubbing his semi-erect cock, causing Jonathan to give an involuntary groan. A naughty smile was on her face as she admired the handsome man who had grabbed her and she moved her bottom again while pressing her breast more firmly. It been a few months now, we had just turned 12. I was actually sprouting out, my breasts had grown, something I was proud of. One day I was in my favorite space when mom came in the room with that guy and one of the maids. I heard behind me, psst, psst, so I turned around. There was David, standing with a big smile on his face. He whispered “I’ve been wondering why you’ve been coming in here so much, now I know” I giggled quietly and whispered back “ just be quiet and watch with me, it’s a lot.