I tried asking if everything was ok on the bed. She told me that because of the fights, she was not interested in sex anymore and they had sex only oc...asionally.I suggestedNeha to watch some porn together and have some different experiences like role-playing, oral sex, etc so that their minds may change a bit and they would feel more interested in sex. She agreed and was also asking for some suggestions over the phone.Later, we didn’t speak much for several months and one day, she messaged me. At first she wanted to kill her with her bare hands. Now her revenge would be take Josh back from her, arrange a quick wedding, and blot any remembrance of Camille from his mind. It sounded easier than done, but she had the determination of a bulldog.She finished all her chores in one day, took a hot leisurely bath with candles and wine to relax. Then she turned in early for a fitful sleep which she had. The next day she made herself scrambled eggs, sliced tomatoes, diced green peppers, and tea. It wasn’t until I experienced some others that I truly appreciated the beauty of hers and that kept her as my lover for a long time. She knew how much I celebrated that special part of her and was delighted to take my brother back when he was between girlfriends so I could watch her pussy welcome his cock like a flower welcomes a bee. He was the first man to enter there and I was the second.She tried some other guys out of basic curiosity, thoughtfully taking selfies of their maleness filling. Whilst I was keeping a good pace, I was very consciously aware of my cock and balls. I could feel them pressed against the fabric of my underwear, their sensitivity was surprisingly high. My balls were tight, not uncommon for when I run, but they were swollen too, as if they were filling with cum. My cock twitched and bounced with each stride I took, although thankfully it remained semi flaccid. There was also an undeniable feeling in the pit of my stomach which I associate with a building.