Alas, what to do? If I divorced her I would forfeit the house, the car, and most of my income. She would be living like a queen and I'd have to contin...e working like a slave to pay for her lavish lifestyle. Effectively, she would be rewarded for mistreating me and ruining me and our marriage.Killing her would solve the problem, but it would potentially create many more problems. Getting caught, for example. But aside from that, I'm just not the killer type. There had to be another answer.That's. I kept soaping his penis and he told me to use one hand to soap his balls, which I immediately did. His balls were so soft and I could feel his round things inside as like little golf balls moving around. As I played, washed, that is, his penis began to grow and stick straight out. Look, I said, you are getting long and hard. That is so neat. Yes, he said, you had better stop. I seem to be all clean down there anyway. Then he surprised me by turning around and bending over and telling me to. She had told me what had happened, when I got home. It was a bit exciting, but I thought nothing of it. My wife was a 38 year old blond with a great body, 5 foot three about 120 lbs, perfect ass.That weekend, I had to leave town. My wife said she was going to spend some time at her sister’s house. Her younger sister was having a party that weekend; she was involved with a black boyfriend. My sister-in-law had been trying to convince my wife to “go black” for some time, with no real results.. He also watched as they all moved their soft feminine hands over each others breasts and between each others legs and all over each others pussy lips and clitorises. In particular Jared kept his eyes on Vanessa. She did look just so lovely up there all soaped up and wet like she was.As Jared slowly and reluctantly turned away to head off to his next appointment he was keenly aware of his male appendage squeezing hard down into his trouser leg. That penis of his was just buzzing with hot sexual.