He continued pressing her to get pregnant, telling her that having a child would make her feel better. It was 1946 and women had very little recourse ...ut to do what their husbands demanded of them. After awhile, she finally just let him do as he pleased, but she did not get pregnant again. He was quite unhappy with the situation and reminded her often that she was not fulfilling her wifely duties. He began drinking and she became even more depressed, losing weight until she weighed a mere. So summer began and as a gift for doing well in high school, my parents bought me an iPhone. Within the first few hours, I had downloaded Grindr and I was already chatting with six different men, deciding which dick pic I liked the best and who I was alright meeting up with.While chatting, a new guy started a conversation with me, asking me if I’m really 6’1″ (as I had indicated in my profile). His picture was just a torso and a glimpse of a lime green underwear. The body was divine. It was a. Tyler had dark hair that I would later realize was curly when dry. Six foot two inches tall, muscular, six pack abs, lightly hair pecs and a happy trail which got thicker around the navel and spread out to his black bush. Even though my first glance was quick, I saw that his cock hung down out of his bush and was at least five inches soft. I paused for a moment too long I guess because Tyler grabbed it as if holding it out for display. I was nervous, said a few stupid things and then turned. Accordingly, with weight in the stirrups, she eased the inciting pressure from her young, moistening loins and concentrated on the sweeping landscape ahead, ever looking for the black and white markings of the Deputy Sheriff's patrol car.The wind whipped at Lydia's long auburn hair, her full breasts rippling and jouncing sensuously, her vindictive mind retracing the lustful events with Mark's young blonde wife, Jean Blakely, the night before. That the blonde girl had been discovered with her.