She moaned her disappointment, but smiled obligingly when he ordered her to lick his cock clean. Mr Ten took his cue and sat on the edge of the bed an... instructed my wife to face me and sit on his massive tool. Doing as she was told, she looked me in the eye as she guided his rock hard member into her newly shaved cunt. Her eyes rolled to the back of her head as he filled her already well-fucked pussy with his dark meat. She slowly began riding his dick. Breathing heavily and moaning that it. " I know," said Gerda, "but I'm sure you'll make a great mother."Perhaps I would, but I was far more interested in being a great father.When this is all over and I can resume my old life, I want to find a wifeand have at least three children. Of course, explaining to a potentialbride that you've already been a bride yourself is going to be an awkwardconversation to have."How about you?" I said, changing the subject. "Are you looking forwardto your trip to Paris tomorrow?" More than I can say.. "Naked. Now." Charlie practically flew out of his clothes. But the next message froze him. "Make it up to me." What the fuck does that mean??" Make it up to me. Make me forgive you."Charlie sat still on his couch, butt naked and holding his phone in one hand and a marker in the other. He felt an overwhelming urge to make Sam feel better, and finally chose to write, "Sorry, Sam," along his cock, with a cute little sad face following it. He sent a picture, and waited.Five minutes. Ten minutes.. Several of their fellow diners gave Ted a hard, disparaging look, as if they blamed Marilyn's tears on something he'd said or done. "I'm s-s-sorry," Marilyn managed to stammer between sobs. "I've ruined e-e-everything!" "No, you haven't. I'm just concerned about you. Won't you tell me what's wrong? Whatever it is, we can handle it. Together, we can--" "Please--can we go somewhere else?" Marilyn beseeched, her voice, like her lips, trembling. "Somewhere private?" "Sure. Of course." Ted waved at.