I rub harder on the tiny bundle of nerves. She cries out at the sensation and dug her nails into my chest. I keep this up and she digs deeper. Her bod... starts tensing. Her eyes shut and her mouth hung open. Droplets of sweat trailed down her body. She is close to the edge. " Ahh...John," she cried. " John...John...John!" It drenched me when she fell. Her body stiffened and she jerked violently on top of me. She cries out once more for me. Her nails drew blood at some point but I didn't care.. "I bought it for you in Las Vegas. Open it," Evan whispered.My fingers shook as I reached for the lid and pulled the box open. Inside was an engagement ring. Three emerald cut diamonds set in platinum that sparkled and flashed under the kitchen lights; it took my breath away."I love you, Kimber. Marry me. Be my mate, my partner, my lover, and my wife for the rest of our lives. I promise to make all your dreams come true."I couldn't say anything. My throat was completely frozen as happy tears. I did notice that my wife seemed to maintain eye contact with him as he trusted into her throat... even as my wife's eyes filled with tears, her makeup ran and she fought her gag-reflex... yet she always looked up at the guy pushing his cock into her mouth. Her spittle now dribbled from her chin. She didn't even look like my wife. She looked to be some pathetic whore at that moment. I both felt sorry for her and loved her at the same time. The first guy, who was fucking Connie, sounded as. During their progress through the Continent, Byron seemed to have thrown off his gloom with each border they crossed further away from England’s shores. John was glad of this, as he had a received a letter from Byron’s publisher warning him that Byron’s wife’s family had made public his shocking preference for sodomy in the marriage bed. Evidently, their innocent daughter had unwittingly confessed to this to her parents, thinking such an aberration must be normal practice. John made sure to.