.most will be married, but their wives don't take care of them like they should. That's their fault. If they fucked their husbands, I wouldn't have to..."I leaned forward and kissed him with passion, then pulled back and looked into his eyes. "Now fuck me like your wife won't let you fuck her."He moved both his hands to my hips and threw technique out the window as he violently slammed me up and down his shaft. I pulled my legs in as tightly as I could, putting my knees into his waist. "YES! Take. Though the conversation was of little consequence, Henry spoke with strength and conviction, which for Henry was a first when speaking with his Mother.Years of being talked at, yelled at, or told what to do had made Henry insecure, and this would cause him to defer to his Mother in all things. It was with much concern his Dad had for Henry’s growth that he began to take a greater and more vocal role into what Henry was allowed to do. An area that had been the sole province of his wife was now. Ikissed him hotter than I ever had before, exploring theroof of his mouth with my insistent tongue. I tweakedhis nipples, and watched him as he began to explodeinside my friend.“OH GOD! JULIE…” He screamed. She was rotating herhips to give his cock unimaginable variety, and herhands were grabbing his balls tightly. He closed hiseyes and scrunched up his face as the orgasm hit him.His hips rocked up and down so wildly that he liftedJulie’s body up in the air. She. I certainly looked like I'd almost died - or in fact was still almostdying. A lot of that was the blood shot eyes and slack, half-awake waythat I slumped against the counter, more like an animated corpse than aliving person. It made me wonder how awful I must have looked beforemy brother fixed me up.Deciding that was enough staring in the mirror, I opened the medicinecabinet to grab some painkillers. They weren't prescription, butthey'd hopefully still do at least something about the.