I lit out of there, the crowd was starting to look ugly and they were starting to stare at me. I ran back to the park, then kept going before I knew i... I was at the same bridge again I could feel the tears streaming down my face."CLARENCE! CLARENCE Can you hear me Clarence?! I want to live, I don't want it to end this way. Please I want to live! I want to live! Please Clarence, please."A moment later a car stopped behind me on the bridge, "George? George!" I heard Tom the cop say.Turning I. This time wasn't playful. He wanted to make her gush sweet juices all over his tongue. She was shivering all over, her chest heaving. Her hands found their way back to his head, tugging at his hair as her pussy began to spasm around his hot tongue. She moaned and thrashed around, giving herself over completely to the intense pleasure. In seconds, he was on top of her. She had a feeling he had waited as long as he could, and time was up. She had the briefest of moments to prepare herself before. "There are going to be some changes around here. Sweetie, why don't you start?" Marta said to Aaron. I was surprised to hear her call him such an affectionate name after just one night. Well, I guess it was two nights if you count his party. Also, what did she mean by changes? I wondered."First off your wife belongs to me. Her pussy is mine and I don't share." Aaron said as he glared at me with a look of contempt. "She already told me that she barely lets you fuck her as is, well that's coming. With the dripping wet marker from my pussy, I poked and prodded my tight pink star until it was tender. I consciously worked to relax--counting, breathing--but nothing seemed to work. I was growing with frustration so from my nightstand, I grabbed a small container of Vaseline I use to take my makeup off and I smear the rounded end of the marker with it. I took a deep breath, closed my eyes, and slipped the end of the marker just inside my throbbing anus. I had to catch my breath. After a few.