I'm a whore -- I don't DESERVE Donnie -- but I accept everything Donnie gives me gratefully and I try to give back what I can. And it's plenty, actual...y -- I'm gonna be real unhappy if when Donnie DOES get a girlfriend, she won't put up with me..." She eyed Gladys."Yeah -- what she said!" Luz piped up."I think she'll have to understand," Gladys replied. "I do." She turned to me, "So, if I go out..." It doesn't matter," I finished. "In fact, I understand your motivations, and applaud them.". Like it dry for me she said and don't ignore the nipple either. I was like a hungry baby licking her big soft boob dry and then sucking on her wet nipple. Good boy she said I had never known her act like this before. Now you had better dry the other one too and she turned slightly allowing me to feed on her other breast. I thought she might take pity on me and at least pop me in her mouth and give me the same attention that I had given her but no. Instead she hooked her leg over my haed and. I just tried my best to fall asleep, even though I knew my thoughts would keep me busy for long enough that the sun would have time to rise.“That necklace,” I thought to myself, thinking about how I'd phrase what had just happened to me in my diary, “It's definitely a much bigger deal than I initially thought it was.”The next day, when morning dawned, I tried my best to act as normal as I could, and not let my family and siblings notice anything. I always did pay extra attention as they walked. It’s crazy! My balls are painful, my cock well hard but imprisoned in my jeans, immobilized by the weight of Murielle’s body. The bartender is the first to leave the scene to finish dressing behind his bar. Murielle is still lying on me, cooling down. I look at her, I am amazed by what just happened. Anger would take me later when I will start thinking. In the meantime, the bearded, after having dressed also, looks at me and with a wink says: ' she is damn good your wife. Give me a sign would.