I know why. It's because I adopted the "Don't Ask" part of our current marriage philosophy before we were married. You see I didn't ask whose semen wa... in her juicy cunt the first time she fed me her gloppy hairpie. Which incidentally was the first time she let me lick her pussy too. She claimed she was that way from being so aroused by my presence. She assumed I didn't know what a fucked cunt looked or tasted like. My experience as a cream pie eater went back to the time a cousin tricked me in. ”“Good.” Jennifer grabbed Monica’s cock and began to stroke it slowly. It was larger then Cord’s and very hairy. “Are there any razors around here? We need to do a little shaving before we get started. I like nice smooth skin,” she purred.“We have some in the bathroom, I’ll go get it.” Monica volunteered. Jennifer released her cock and she headed of for the bathroom.Jennifer then turned her attention to her husband. “You should have told me about this, we could have worked this out. They had set her up and trapped her. She saw now how the men had slowed down their actions waiting for her to raise hell and start screaming. Her attention went back to the telephone conversation.”What else has she done? What has she done with Carl?”Her husband’s voice had an urgency about it that made him sound like he was almost aroused. The man with the phone looked back into the room at Carl before he answered. Carl shrugged his shoulders and Smiled.”She gave us a nice show of her panties. She can’t get away.”She turned to Yren and words tumbled out of her mouth before she could even think of them. Strange words, words she would never have thought to use. It was as if something inside of her was providing the words to her. Words she should use. The only words she could use. “Will you be my champion? Will you bring my justice to the world?”“Princess?” Yren asked, unsure.“Be my champion!” Ataya demanded, her eyes glancing from Yren to the mage who was pushing her way through the.