And maybe my dream, myfantasy has been the real culprit in all this, giving me an easy outto explain away all my problems.I close my eyes, feeling bad...for the problems I'm leaving my wife, thefailure I've been as a husband, the feeble attempts at being a goodfather. All in vain. Well, that's life, isn't it? If there is justone wish I could have before....The pain becomes very intense right in the center of my chest and myleft arm goes numb and I realize...this is it. I feel like I can'teven. " She used her tongue to rub the tip, to slide against the shaft, to work out on the base of the big phallus. A minute later she clacked her mouth off of his dick. "That's nice, Ralph. Nice and big and ready." She came up with her legs spread, her hot loins smooth and open, and she wrapped one hand around his neck while pulling her skirt up with the other. She lifted one leg and climbed onto his joint, sandwiched it between her tender thighs. "There," she said, "isn't that nice? A little. Feeling silly in the maid’s outfit, Fay nevertheless approached the nearest bookshelves and began to look over what was on offer. Lost in thought as she scanned the titles, Fay was unaware that she was no longer alone in the room, and that two men were also looking over what was on offer. The younger of the two moved silently across the room until he was standing right behind Fay, before clearing his throat loudly. Startled, Fay jerked forward, bumping her head on the shelves before spinning on. She barely thought about it as she felt her hand entering her skirt brushing the soft mound of hair above her crotch, her fingers pushing into her panties feeling the dampness between her lips. She ran her other hand along the bench, feeling the grain of the wood against her skin sent a shiver down her spine. Inspecting the guillotine further Eloise took in every detail of it the dull gleam of the blade, the stocks built into the frame for the victims head, the darker wood around it where it.