Her hands slip down my backside and into the waist of my trousers, hands grabbing the top of my firm buttocks. “Take them off, Jakob, please. I want... I need to taste your cock.” I sit up, still perched over her lightly wet skin, unzip and slip off my trouser and pants, revealing my pulsating cock. She stares up at me with her deep blue eyes. Eyes that have regained that twinkle of childhood mischief, those eyes that beg for me. She too now sits and slides down the edge of the rock so the tip. "So what did you do?" "I planned it. I bought some handcuffs. Put them in a hidden but accessible place. The next time we had an argument and I felt my temper rising, instead of slapping him, I quickly fetched the handcuffs and locked him to a table. Then I put my feet up, right in his face. He started protesting and talking even louder. I calmly explained that he could go on for as long as he wanted, but my feet were going to stay right there until he would calm down and apologize. I also told. She was wet down there, I wasted no time and removed her panty and made her sleep on the bed, spread her legs and started to lick her pussy. Ummmmmm she was clean shaven and wet and was licking like a madman. I licked her clit and even was tongue fucking her wet pussy. She was damn tasty, aaaaaaaahhhhhh oooooooohhhhhhh aaaaaaaaaahhhh ohhhhh fuckkkkk aaaaaah were her loud moans, eat that fucking pussy, you mad man, she was shouting and that made me even madder. After 15 mins she came and was. "His wife looks down on him with a look of confusion and then anger, "What's the matter with you? Are you some kind of sick person? I just lost my husband and you pull this sick joke on me. Let go of my hand! You, you..."She couldn't finish as her tears overwhelmed her again and she tried to pull away. But the man held on for all he was worth. Something inside of him said that if he let go now he would be lost again. It was then that all around him seemed to freeze and he saw the misty figure.