But who am I now?I can list my close friends on one hand and still have fingers left over. I know my wife’s devotion to me is more out of a sense of...obligation than love. I’m not an easy person to live with even in the best of health and I know it. I can show you what I had to offer as a husband before, The emotional strength and resiliency for her to lean on in the hard times. The physical endurance and willingness to work 12 hours a day 7 days a week for weeks at a time if that’s what it took. ** The next day, Sam was in the kitchen chatting with his cousin Julies son. He saw Holly out on the back deck and joined her with some sweet tea. She was wrapping up a phone call. Yes, same here. It was great talking to you. I think so, yes. Things will be much better, Holly told one of her children on the phone, glancing to Sam. She ended the call, smiled, and dialed another number. Now to call my son. Sam put his arm around her and sipped on his tea. The following Friday night, Sam was lying. We had a great sex life and one day we decided to visit a sex shop because I was curious what one was like inside. All the raunchy videos and sex toys were really pretty laughable. Then my husband asked which sex toy I wanted, he would buy me whatever I wanted. I blushed and laughed. Those latex penises are incredibly life like I said. He made me pick one and I chose a moderately large black one. Not the color black, but an African American cock.He kidded me about it and wouldn't let it alone.. “Fuck, baby, what are you doing?” Groaning, James let her hair go. Took control over the stroking of his cock. Knee walking between his legs, she licked a line between his nutsack backward. He opened his stance a little wider. “Holly... fuck, you’re a kinky bitch.” No sooner had the words left his mouth than her tongue found his asshole. The little bud quivered under her touch and she forced the tip of her tongue through the puckered opening. “Fuck, Holly!” He bucked away from her before.