And I don't wish to seem ignorant so I'd like to provide a brief explanation as to why my stories run as they do. This is about sexual fetish for me, ...he thrill of the image. The sensation of disbelief, control andrepulsion. I will never care for any of my characters for longer than I need for them to paint their picture. I wanted to say this as not to offend, or grate against the creative sensibilities of others who use the site as an emotionally supportive outlet or require something. “It’s okay—really. These things happen! We were very happy together and I miss her, of course, but I can’t undo what’s done. I’m reluctant to ask now—your husband?” She smiled, but there was no joy there, he thought.“Oh, still alive—unfortunately!” He hesitated while deciding how to proceed.“So, not a happy marriage, I take it? Look, I don’t want to pry, but I’m supposed to be a good listener—” She stared ahead without looking anywhere in particular.“Is there any more coffee, Tom?”“Yes, of. Ahhhh ki awaz niklii aur phr mai uski chut chatne laga thodi der uski chut chatne k bad maine usse 69 position me ane ko kaha ab vo mere upar thi ab usne mera lund apne muh me le liya tha to aise chus rahi thi maino jaise koi lolipop chus rahi hooo aur mai bhi uski chut me ungli dalke usse apni ungli se chod raha tha aur vo bhi apni gand hila hila k mujhe suport kr rahi thi phr uske bad vo mere gote chusne lagi phr uske bad mai uski chut chate laga karib adhe ghante tak chatne k bad vo boli ‘. She cried out in pretend fear as he splashed up behind her and caught her around the waist. She continued to pull until they both fell down in the water’s edge. He spread his body out on top of hers to hold her down. Finally, laughing delightfully, she said, ‘Alright! I give up!’ ‘Good,’ Doug breathed a low whisper and covered her mouth with his. It tasted faintly sweet, like the strawberry margaritas she’d consumed. Her response was immediate. Her arms went around his neck and her kiss went.