Whoever wanted her asked and told us which hole of hers they wanted to fill. One of them was fucking her hard called her a list of filthy names with a...determined look on his face. He was totally gone, all he could think of was cumming. His language turned into a long, low growl then he pulled out and shot his muck over her. He'd been so turned on it flew all the way up her back and some even landed in her hair. At this point I'd got hard again and had determined my next port of call. I'd felt. I was shattered. Five days of no meeting, no calls, and no message made me more and more tensed. On the fifth day, she messaged me that “Meet me at the coffee shop at 5”. To which I replied ok.During the meeting her face was fully dipped in anger. The first question she threw on me was “Why did you kiss me?” to which I replied “I am sorry”. She said “ok” and gave her cute smile. The later conversation went on quite smoothly. Things took a superb turn after that. Our names changed into “Baby”. I signed up under duress for Twitter and Facebook, so my seven kids, their spouses, my 13 grand kids and 2 great grand kids could communicate with me in the modern way. I figured I could handle something as simple as Twitter with only 140 characters of space.My phone was beeping every three minutes with the details of everything except the bowel movements of the entire next generation. I am not ready to live like this. I keep my cell phone in the garage in my golf bag.The kids bought me a GPS. Oh crap, I think she had. I laid down on the bed.“You know the next step to this. Don’t make me tell you what to do.”With that, I pulled my legs up above my head and doubled over myself. As I assumed the position, my wife removed the strap on. My rock hard cock was now positioned directly above my face. With the strap-on now removed from her waist, she pushed the dildo down into my rectum once again.“This is called cum eating instruction, right? That’s the term you type into the search bar? You.