Braithwaite set me down in front of a dressing table. She tried some powder and shook her head. Next she used some other stuff and powder. Still she s...ook her head. Only when she plastered some heavy stuff on me was she satisfied. "Here, pancake makeup to disguise the blotches and spots on your ugly face."She turned me to a mirror. "Sorry Simone, that is the best I can do."I shook my head at the sight, then I burst into fresh tears. Facing me was a freak. A woman obviously, but heavy figured,. X, rather than herself loathing self. I took her on a honeymoon anyway. She could say she had one, to anyone who may ask. Sally agreed that was a worthwhile reason. Sally slept through most of it.Is the cure sometimes worse than the disease? I’m not wishing I had gone fishing instead, if that’s your real question. Except for missing Sally, life is pretty good.There is much to relate.First, before you ask, Sally still exists, just simpler, not in her original form. Feeling relieved? Before I. Before Josh could go inside to find out why his wife of two hours just chased his men from his house she came outside. ‘Guys, I’m sorry I yelled, but you surprised me and you’re all filthy. If you want to eat at my table go clean yourselves up and I’ll be happy to feed each and every one of you.’ She turned and went back into the kitchen. The men turned and went back to the sleeping quarters to get cleaned up but Josh ignored Emy’s warning and went inside anyway. He sat at the table and. I then insert a finger into your very wet and hot pussy and watch you fuck it for a few seconds, but now it’s time for us to do the wild thang and my dick is hard enough to crack concrete. But, I don’t want to just fuck you in a regular manner; I want to really put some pipe in that steaming pussy of yours. I suggest that you sit on the edge of the bed with you feet on the floor; after doing this you are sitting with my hard right in your face, you take hold of it and give it some loving licks.