’ ‘Where’s my dinner then?’ was my greeting when Gerry, my husband of some eight years, walked in from work, failing to notice me, sat at the ...offee table with tears rolling down my cheeks. ‘There’s stuff in the fridge,’ I managed to say. ‘You lazy fucking slut,’ he yelled, and looked ready to hit me — again. I knew he wouldn’t be interested to know that I’d spent all afternoon in the hospital, where the oncologist had given my brother three months at best. Ever since poor Tim had fallen ill, I. Boldly I raised my legs off the couch and pushed my ass forward, opening my crack and exposing my puckered anus in all its glory. My hands started trembling now and my heart was pounding faster. I was about to touch myself in a place I had not dared to touch before, and that with the eyes of my mother feasting on me. I felt a cool breeze on my asshole as it was revealed between my ass cheeks and I started rubbing the lotion all over my exposed butt. Every time I brushed over my anus, I felt an. I lowered my tongue to your clit, as once again I reached up to your breasts. Now I would have my way with you, I would not stop until you had come in my mouth and I had drunk the sweet juice from your pussy. I pressed firmly against your clit with my tongue, and then flicked it lightly. I circled round it, and sucked it into my mouth, my hands working on your tummy, your breasts, and your nipples. You reached down to cradle my head against you, and I grazed my teeth over your clit. Moving one. Me: ‘I can drop you home if you wish’She:’Sorry, but it would be a great help.’When we reached the castle rock, it was completely dark and heavy rain had created further damages.Me: ‘Do you have guest parking?’She:’ Yes, we have two parking.’We entered into the parking area.She:’Sorry again, but you have helped me a lot today. Please help me for the last time. I am very scared of darkness, can you drop me home. My mobile is not working as it was damaged by bloody rain.’I nodded and took the.