It was going to hurt and I couldn't do anything about it. "Please, don't do this," I cried, tears running down my face. I hear the rustle of clothes b...hind me and I know that you are now naked as I am. I feel fingers on my ass, stroking across my naked butt. I tremble in fear.I put my fingers on each side of your asshole, pulling outward on your pucker. I see you begin to clench your cheeks, my hand slapping your asscheeks hard back into submission. "Don't tighten up your cheeks." Your cheeks. This time I would try something slightly different. Reaching into my purse I got out my Vaseline jag and dipped my fingers in it. Slowly I worked my hand on his cock. He loved it. I took my time sliding my fingers all around it. But I kept my fingers away from the head. I wanted to save that for my lips. But I never got the chance. Just as I was lowering my head he gently but firmly raised me back up. If you don't mind he said I only like receiving hand jobs. Fine with me but I was hoping to. ’ Ethan paused, nearly unable to continue. He blinked and wiped some wetness from his eyes. He took a deep breath and continued. ‘You can see that my wife and daughter are absent this morning. I must tell you that they will be gone for many more months until Becky completes her pregnancy.’ Ethan hung his head and then slowly shook it in bewilderment as the congregation gasped. He spotted Jarrod seated in his usual front seat nodding in approval. ‘Please pray with me in my grief,’ he mournfully. " I have never said a word about separation. It is your decision, not mine. Believe me or not but still I love you, very much indeed, and of course I want to remain married to you."What could I say to that? I didn't need to say anything because the phone rang. I took the call, answering, "Fredrick Ohlson." Is Emma at home? May I speak with her?" Who's asking?" That's not your business." Not yours, either." I hung up.The phone rang again a few seconds later and I replied again, "Fredrick.