It’s deep and fulfilling but different, very different.She changed too; changed her view of herself, wouldn’t dress up the same, saw herself diffe...ently, didn’t become immune to romance but laughed it off, made it seem less relevant and put herself down."Mutton dressed as lamb," she’d say. I hated that expression. I’d heard her mother say the same thing and those ideas are hard to shake. Two years and a hysterectomy after the last baby it all changed. Did the children feeding suck the magic out. ''''shhh its ok here i bought these its made for lil cage boy ''a clear lacy manties panty in her hand i look her happily slide my legs in and pull it up i placeright in front . in a pouch made for it , i rest in my cage and plugged looking at my gf in disbeliefshe had me girly looking and it made her happy knowing i was a useless plugged up bf who follow her without a complainwe went at the pub and when inside , she turn on my buzzing plugi felt weak and shy like i never was sit at the table. Her brow furrowed, and she bit her lip, as she felt my tongue explore her dripping wet snatch. “Oh, fuck…” she moaned.I am now sitting on the couch, as Elizabeth then lowers herself onto me,cowgirl style. I let my cock go into Elizabeth’s already considerably loosened pussy. “Ooh, yeah!” Elizabeth moans, a bit of physical pleasure in her voice, as she rides my cock completely naked. By now, her chest is shiny with sweat, and her nipples are painfully hard, her titties which I carress as well. They smell like them.’ Her voice shook. ‘Let’s get you out of them and we can take a shower.’ ‘What am I, three? I can’t take one myself?’ She joked. ‘I saw you torn from my arms. Do you think that now I’ve got you back in them, that I’m ever going to let you out of them?’ What kind of hopeless romantic pussy had I turned into? There was no way that I would ever say anything like that to a woman. Ever. Love is a scary powerful thing, folks. Remember that. ‘I think I really need to be with you.