And we were done trying to be nice and play it off. Our relationship failed -- on my part for always being wrong, and his part for drinking and contro...ling and ignoring. After our first miscarriage, something changed. Maybe I snapped. Maybe I was done, and my body killed the baby to try and kick my head and heart into gear to get out of this life. I don’t want to say midlife crisis, I wasn’t even thirty yet, for Christ’s sake. The second miscarriage, I felt next to nothing at all. All hope had. I was pumping my cock with my hand listening to her. I was trying to keep time with her hand, which was starting to work on her clit. She breathed more heavily, turning her head the other direction, toward the back of the couch. ‘I’m still pretending to be asleep, but you find me so wet. You suck on my clit, and when you do, I grab the headboard of our bed to try and hold on… Ahhh…’ She was obviously enjoying herself. There was a part of me that didn’t want her to stop, but I knew also that she. " Mike?" Yes, Malok?" Can I tell you how proud of you I am?" Sure. I like being praised," I laughed."Good. I don't see a problem with your dispensation. Would you like any food from Earth?" Maybe more bread, cheese frozen veggies, fresh fruit, canned, cereal and other boxed goods, fresh and concentrate orange juice ... speaking of which, do you think you could send me two dozen citrus saplings? Ten orange, six lemon, four grapefruit and four lime?" They may not do well in your location right. Having no human arms and legs was kind of a medical condition.After what felt like a few hours of running around later PE was over and I was hungry. First, I needed a nice hot shower. Tara decided that confronting me when I was soaking wet and clad only in a towel was the best time to try intimidating me some more. She was a little annoyed that I was more interested in drying my hair."You and your little freak lover can take a hike! We don't want your kind round here!" Tara spat. When I didn't.