But Bob, when he set's his mind to something, was eager to resolve that situation, and with out hesitating he ignored Mary's words again "And then pro...eeded to feed his cock into her ass."Come Mary, you know want this! This will blow your mind, trust me I know from experience!" he said as he tried to push the head off his cock into her tight little pink ring."Experience?!" I asked confused"A Chinese acrobat team, a lot of tequila and what I thought was a candle for the room" Bob replied. He too was getting attracted to my dominant wife. She was always being revealing and openly flirting with him and all. She always told me that he was a nice guy.My wife started going out with him, shopping and all. Slowly, they were becoming like a couple. I didn’t know what she was into. It was like I was becoming just a dummy. They were more into being in an affair. She even forced me to start addressing her as ‘mam’. It was being odder for me when I call my wife as ‘mam’ in front of her.He. .. Oh! Oh! Oh! What’s love got to do, got to do with it?What’s love, but a second hand emotion?’”“You’re worse than Mike, for coming up with silly ass songs for life’s situations, Lilly. I can’t believe you just fired off Tina-Baby’s best known song,” Tempe laughed as she flipped over and pounced on the smiling, naked brunette.(Note: What’s Love Got to Do with It was Tina Turner’s only Billboard’s Hot 100 - number one hit song in her long, brilliant career. It was written by Terry Britton and. ”“Mm. Was there anyone you connected with yesterday in your little rendezvous?”I immediately think of Dmitry and the undeniable connection and chemistry we seemed to have. “Yes. The raven-haired one, Dmitry.”“Good choice. He is a true gentleman. And a real dom. Not like the other fakes.” He gently glides his finger out of my tight entrance. “I completely forgot in my excitement to ask you to perform an enema before we hopped into the shower. Perhaps my little whore will have to wait until later.