" I chuckled and replied, "I didn't say I wouldn't be willing to try, Layla. And yes, I do scare the little girls, although, it's not the goatee that...scares them the most." "Forget the little girls. Just try," She ordered. "I don't take orders, Layla. Would you like to ask me something instead?" I sternly said as I grinned at her. "Yes, I would. This is definitely heading in the right direction. Forgive me, Gil. May I ask that you give it a try?" She asked boldly but earnestly. I smiled. I agreed. She's playing this fake marriage thing to the end. But if I wanted to get married it would be to her, she is the total package. I shoved my cock deep in her and fucking her hard, She was moaning yesss baby fuck your married pussy. Not long into it we felt like we were going to cum, so as hard as it was I pulled out and she pulled her skirt back down. WE walked through the rest of the house looking at what has be accomplished, but to honest the only thing that was on my mind was. ” We were ushered to their back deck, where Terry was already sitting in the chest deep bubbling water. “Come on in! The water’s fine,” he said. We sat in the proffered seats, accepted full glasses, and got to know our new neighbors. Bobbi brought out some cheese and crackers before stepping into the tub, still in her street clothes. I was taken aback by this, not failing to notice how her blouse, sans bra, clung to her curves. A couple of hours and three bottles of wine later, we were still. You're in over your head, the world is eating itself because you've been allowing everything to slowly build, allowing it to become what destroys you. This is your new world, everything breaking down, watching as monsters of the earth rear up, taking away everything The dust kicks up, sweeping your feet out from under you, slamming you against a downed tree. You feel your blood flowing freely down the back of your skull, your heading throbbing as you see black spots, nausea washing over you..