.. but well... “I enjoy even more the idea that she is free from any sense of conjugal duty to put up with the mess, fuss, and bother of letting me ...uck her for a little bit, only to cum very fast and not really satisfy her. She doesn’t have to worry anymore about putting up with encounters that were less and less frequent and never the most satisfying part of our marriage or sex life.“I can focus on serving her ... and you ... and others, including my daughter, as they deserve. I was born to. A really big one! Can I see Santa’s prong, Baby?” She had already unfastened the belt to my red pants. She gently placed her hand on my belly, above the waistband of my briefs, and just kept staring into my eyes. She started to slide her hand under the waistband and then paused. “I always wondered,” she said. “Does Santa’s sleigh just slide and glide o.k. all by itself? Or do you have to lubricate it, Hon? Does Santa use lubrication to help things slide?” I was breathing heavily. “Lube, no. It's not that Andy wasn't a good catch, but he wasn't the bad boy that Julie desired. Still, she thought, "you don't marry the bad boy, he would be trouble". So Julie convinced herself that Andy was the one for her but on more than one occasion she knew there was something out there that she needed.Julie was a pretty little brunette with shoulder length hair and chubby cheeks which bulged every time she smiled. She was a petite gal of 5 ft 2, smallish chest and perfectly formed hips and thighs. Mike hobbled, stumbled in place. He struggled to regain his composure. Sarah rested a hand on her hip and watched her ex husband teeter. She would let him come to her, if he ever got ahold of himself. Finally, going for broke, he charged again. He swung left, right, popping her in the face, stomach. She took both the hits, rolling only slightly with the impact. A tiny fleck of blood dripped down from her cheekbone. His fists were burning. He punched her again in the face, again, again. .