Excerpt from memoirs(page 39):"I felt a bit nauseous the first time I pulled her from under the sheets to lay her head on my pillow giving her a kiss ...oodnight as I drifted back off to my dreams and a load of my semen appeared to be drooling from the corner of her mouth. It was then I began prying into her other orifices like some sex-craved lunatic. I still cannot account for my behavior other than to say it was atrocious, at best, and that I became this malignant being almost addicted to. After all, I still didn't know why she agreed to meet him in the first place. Then there were the things he said during their phone conversation about how they danced and about the kiss they shared.I was no longer sure that I had saved my marriage. I may have only postponed the end.I was sitting at my desk trying to get some work done when the little box popped up in the lower right corner saying that there was a message from [email protected]. It was 10:30 AM so I waited till after lunch and. The hard lance drove deep up into her bowels creating new and different sensations while her swollen, sensitized breasts and her throbbing pussy added to her agitation. With a long, low moan she collapsed on the three women under her as the fourth woman drove the lewd instrument into the very depths of her bowels."You're wicked, Joan," Sophie said with an evil smile as she slid out from under the limp-bodied girl."You gave me the idea, Sophie. When will Billy come?" If you mean, when will he. I realized that she had just taken the photo and put it into my collection. I had seen Tara in a bikini before, but having a photo of her up close would be great jack-off material. Her breasts were pushed up showing off her cleavage in the tight bikini top, and the bottoms were so skimpy that I figured they must JUST barely be covering up her pubic hair.“So, do you think you could masturbate to this?” she asked wryly.“Fuck yeah,” I said. “You look incredibly hot in that photo.” “You’re welcome.