I called her late that night and told her I had proof that she cheated and If she wanted everybody would know what a fake she was, and she would never...even get in to community college. She started to cry over the phone. Such sweet music to my ears. I told her if she wanted the packet back she would have to earn it. She got really quite then more sobbing. I told her to meet me at a motel in the next town over in three days. I gave her the time and address. If she didn't show up I would mail the. ..)Sex, I like it. Pussy, I like it. Touchin' and stroking my dick, I like it. Sex and sexual exploration is all natural and quite honestly, if you haven't experienced it and are mature enough to, even if you don't have a partner to fuck, ladies you should probably rub that clit every now and then and dudes, milk that dick! Between the sex I get from my fiancé and the many strokes I have run across my hard ass dick, let me tell y'all somethin' a lot (and I mean A LOT) of milk has been shot from. . My camera battery was dying and the other charged one was in the car! I stood there for a moment thinking about having to get undressed just to put everything back on again in just a few minutes. I have to admit, I do hate the process of putting on garter and stockings. Don't get me wrong, I do love the results once they are on. ; ) I decided to leave my corset/garter and stockings on and put my jeans and t-shirt on over them. This started out as a practical solution but I suddenly became. For a second, maybeless, I almost saw compassion in her eyes, maybe something trying tobreak out, and then it was gone, and her pupils changed and almostseemed to rotate in madness."Do you want me to fuck you, slut?"Jason was at my ear, breathing heavily. His voice became silky. "Slut,you look lovely in those ballets, but maybe the six inch heels will helpyou walk better. Once you've pleased us, I think I can make that happen.If you're good."I was staring at my wife's pussy as He said this. It.