I was thinking of you tucking me into bed tonight, and feeling your hands slide over my breasts, and down my tummy, and between my legs. My pussy need... you, daddy! ] [ You’re a very dirty girl, Wendy. You probably have your fingers in your pussy right now, don’t you? ] [ Yes, daddy. I can’t help myself. I keep thinking of daddy’s beautiful penis. I want to make it hard for you, daddy. I’m so very naughty and dirty. ] Suddenly, Nelson realized he had fucked up! He had used her real name, instead. She held it out and stepped towards him. The male remained where he was, anguish on his face. You are mad. The fruit has poisoned you. It is folly. “It has freed me!” She insisted walking closer to him, waving the fruit before the eyes. “Please Adam…taste it. Share it with me…” He stood his ground, tears forming in his eyes, as she wrapped her arm around his waist, grabbing the cheeks of his buttocks. No. She sighed sympathetically as she pressed herself to him. “Then taste me husband….” She. Am I putting on weight? Is something changing on my face? Am I hideous to you? You wake up in the mornings like this almost every day, but you never try to start anything anymore. I've been trying to understand what..." She trailed off then, and there were no words he could give her. He wanted to draw her closer, turn her towards him, comfort her, but the frightening truth was that she might not find his presence a comfort right now. So he stayed, drawn back from her, a weight of appalling. We thought that she was a mostly good woman who just happened to be neglected by a husband who found sex messy and disgusting. She was even more disturbed than him ... and Hershel more than her, of course. Since none of us knew what Hershel could or would be, it was allowed as a backup plan, but he was never originally intended as a potential Prophet or Lawgiver.“Now you know why Rachel was so horny and often had to jill off so much. She was far more frustrated from her fourteenth birthday than.