As your..." Wife? Is that what you are stumbling over? You want to be my wife?"Teresa stopped fondling me and sat up looking into my eyes with what wa... an almost fearful look. I could see that she was afraid of what I was going to say to that question. My heart melted as she looked at me that way."Uh, well, we don't have to get married or anything like that, if you don't want to. I would live with you forever, or as long as you would want me around Dave." You have a lot to learn about me. Her face was ugly, the result of a burn I was to learn some time later. Nor was her smile kind. "She's pretty," she said. "Yes, I'll do wonderful things with this one. A worthy gift, Styur." She turned to a box and pulled out a collar, such as one would fit a dog, and wrapped it around my neck. It had once been white, but there were the brown stains of dried blood covering much of it. "You see," she said to me, her foul breath washing over me, "The last toy we had misbehaved. We've not cleaned. 'The damn thing even has veins in it, why did I give up on it?' She knew the answer to that was a night of passion with her husband Michael. After the real thing she simply hadn't felt a need for the dildo anymore.Squeezing a generous amount of lubricant on the penis, she decided the bast way for self-penetration would be for her to squat over the towel that was protecting the bed from any obtrusive stains. Leigh worked slowly, reminding herself that patience was a virtue, then found herself. Raat ko acchanka muzze aisa feel huwa ki koi mere balon (hair)me ungi fair raha hai aur baal bhi kheech raha hai maine neend kaa natak karke karwat badli to maine dekhta he reh gaya priya jaag rahi thi aur yea ussi kaa haath tha woh kafhi garam lag rahi thi..mai neend me uska haat padkar zatak diya ussye laga ki mai neend me yea sub kar raha hu..usne iss baar mere lips per apni ungliyaa pherna shuru kar di muzze bhi kuch honey lag (mai bhi insaan hu yaar handicap huwa to kya huwa )but maine.