Yes, I have proof now of my hubby’s infidelity. When Mr. ‘screw more days longer’ called yesterday, I heard a young female voice lau...h, calling his name in a sexy manner. So I was madder than hell. I was a hot woman in my late twenties’ but very still attractive. I could tell from the glances I got from the horny men. To be honest I don’t know why husband was wasting time with a little slut when I can rumble and rock and roll and raise the roof and break the bed, and game all. Her body is in a tug of war, trying to decide what to tell her brain.Pain seems to be winning though as Corey has resorted to biting her tongue just to make it hurt more. “Deeper,” she begs while pushing off of the bed with her feet and letting herself drop down on his cock all over again. The head is lodged past her cervix though and all she is doing is fucking her womb painfully. “Harder.” She pushes on his hands, trying to make him twist her nipples even further. Her eyes are fluttering and. A tear slowly ran down his quivering cheek. His eyes showed desire andfright."Now, now, Jacque, enough of those tears. Once we get your makeup onthere can be no silly male waterings. Girls don't cry at slumber partiesunless they find out the boyfriend is cheating on them. Your boyfriendisn't cheating on you, is he, Jacque?" I don't have a "boyfriend", Wendy" Well, after we get done with your makeup and hair, Jacque, you willhave no problem getting one. Claudette, don't you think Jacque in. Her rage rattled the dozens of wall frames as her cry echoed. She heaved for air as her eyes welled with tears. “I know the difference between right and wrong, and you’re both WRONG!”Maddi motioned toward her with outstretched but cautious arms. “I’m sorry, Christy. I didn’t mean to upset you.” She cooed in a subdued tone. “Diana and I just want to change the world. The ends justify the means sometimes.”Christy stifled herself and feigned distraction by staring at the pictures on the wall..