I opened a can of nice KF beer and started to sip thinking about my pretty wife, her nice firm tits with pink nipples and her dripping wet pussy. With...n a few seconds my Cock had grown to full size and I was massaging my Cock and my shorts were getting wet with my per-cum. Suddenly, I woke up from my dream as the doorbell was buzzing. I put the can on the table and rushed to see who it was. I totally forgot about the huge bulge my Cock had created and my wet shorts! I opened the door to see a. No response. She’s not any better.I wonder if this is what married life is like.As he sat next to her with the food, she started moving her jaws as if to chew.Some response.Maybe she will get better.He opened her mouth with his fingers. After she snapped her mouth shut as if to take a bite of something he tore off a piece of cheeseburger and put it against her mouth. She opened her mouth on her own and he put the piece of cheeseburger in her mouth. She closed her mouth and started chewing.Maybe. You weren’t pretty enough or couldn’t cook or were a failure at math and music, so you should be an artist. Art is where you got shoved because you weren’t good enough to do anything else. All the praise you got from your grandma, the awards you got at the 4-H Fair, the pictures on the refrigerator—none of that means shit. Accidentally drawing something that could be construed as looking like this simple black vase doesn’t mean you are talented.”Blankenship was on a roll. I could see that every. July twenty-fifth was the day her life changed, for the better or for the worse was still yet to be determined. But it changed nonetheless. She nodded, figuring it best to act nave about it. He clicked his tongue, making a tsk noise. Thats a shame. I think we should do something special for your birthday. Angel chewed silently. Birthday. Thats what he called it. Angel was never sure when her actual birthday was. For the life of her, she couldnt remember a time when she wasnt with Frank or.