It seemed like just about anything she told me anymore grated on my nerves. She was constantly thinking of remodeling, and yard chores to do around th... house. It was almost constant, and those things just don’t appeal to me. It seemed like the only time she spoke to me was to comment on me leaving things where I shouldn’t, or to tell me to do something. Just this morning she had told me to shovel the drive because of the new snow. I really don’t understand the reasoning behind that since all. He knelt on the concrete floor in front of me. His hands caressed my cock and balls. He leant forward. His tongue snaked wetly along the underside of my shaft. It delved at the tip of my knob, laved down the length of my cock to my balls. He sucked them, in turn, into his mouth. Back up my cock he ran his tongue. He sucked my knob into his mouth, stroked it with his tongue. Suddenly he sucked the full length of my shaft into his mouth, slid his mouth down over my prick until my knob was. ”“Yes! Yes! You’ve said that a million times!”He retreated to stare out the window at the white streaks of headlights on the other side of the road……“Hey, Ben.”“Hey.”“What kind of people do you think are in those cars, always heading the opposite direction we are?"“Idiots.”He sighed. “Give me a real answer, Ben.” he said, “you think any of them are like us?”“What? Naked?”Laughter bubbled up between us.“No, like…” Ryan sighed again, turning back towards the window.“I mean…”“What?”“I love you!”. However for Sandra the subject did not go away in fact it got stronger and stronger and had even started becoming daydreams.Then one evening as she walked home, a man approached her and asked for directions, as she turned to point out the way he grabbed her around the waist and his other hand shot to her mouth. Unable to scream or anything, Sandra struggled as much as she could when suddenly everything went black as a heavy cloth bag was placed over her head. The hand slid out and she felt the.