His frequent binges on the dilapidated sofa in the living room became essentially a thing of the past. His safaris into the bottle now lead him to the...seedy bars and local whorehouses. More than once he'd been sentenced to the local brig for becoming "drunk and disorderly".Her life was actually better when he was away, however, for it was when he was present that life truly became unbearable. Having no one else upon whom to vent his ever-deepening anger and frustration, he exercised what he. He pressed the ring back inside her.She grunted and fought against him once more, trying with all her might to keep him from regaining his conquered territory. This battle was just as futile as the first and he wasn’t delayed for long, before manly pelvis mashed into feminine buttock.His sack, stretched from holding leaden testicles, swung up to gently slap distended clit and pubic mound. It came away, smeared in thick clear fluid, this time it connected the two in a curving strand, slowly. It was a great day and it continued for another year with kisses hugs and pics but we never got chance to have sex.Later he moved to a different country and I left alone, I missed him a lot but no result he never cared for me lThanks for reading the story, hope you like it.Below are the emotions that I expressed to him over emailNight I imagined this all ….Was totally different…..Next day you came & all my dreams came true …….All my top to half….Awesome….U have taken me to heaven where mind has. "Judith glanced down at the tiny swellings where her bra cups made apretence of her having breasts. She looked up again and grinned at mychest."In a wet blouse competition, you'd lose in that shirt," she grinned."What's a wet blouse competition?" I asked."It's like those competitions those big girls were having in Spain lastyear. They only had tee shirts on and then they wet their tee shirtsto make their nipples show."I remembered the occasion at a noisy bar by the beach as we were.