No S&M, no leather or bondage, golden showers, gangbangs, or feet fetishes. I’m vanilla with a twist of lemon (for the zing) kind of guy. But hey, e...en nice guys like me get a little fed up. We lash out, fight back and/or verbally insult with an impulsive idiocy that will usually get us into really big trouble. Though we’ll really, really feel bad about it later, at the time, vengeance is the end all be all of our existence. Strangely enough, this time I don’t feel bad. In fact, I’m pretty sure. .. You know too well the few times I gave in to your begging, you got too excited and caused more damage than good with your boyish impatience, never managing to push past the narrow ring, you adorably flawed husband of mine.Pumping your shaft, I let it slide out of my pouted lips, making the string of saliva snap and leaving it to dry on your unfaithful member as I feel the delectable pressure of his finger stretch my sphincter. I gasp with a shaky voice as a second digit joins the. With his shirt undone, the guy removes it. As he is doing that, Jenn goes to work loosening his belt, undoing the clasp of his pants and pulling down his zipper. What the fuck! She is stripping him. I still don’t understand why I’m not doing anything.His pants fall to the floor. He kicks off his shoes and steps out of his pants. Jenn stands up and they embrace and kiss again. She pushes her bra-covered breasts into his bare chest. The man reaches behind her and unhooks her bra. He slips the. "Come lie on the bed with me," Faye said. Well, that took care of what to do next. On the bed? Already?She sat, lay back, caught my arm and pulled me to her. I almost fell on her, got my face close to hers, almost poked her eye with my nose, and finally pressed my mouth to her eagerly reaching lips. We had another of those kisses.Faye pushed at my shoulders with her arms, and I rolled off her, wondering if I had done something wrong. But she quickly erased my concern by rolling onto me. Her.