She smiled at him in the mirror as he put his left hand against her stomach and let his right hand drift down to her hip, then down to her thigh. He k...ssed her neck gently and whispered, “Tired?” Felling his warm breath on her neck, she trembled slightly. “I’m never too tired to make love to you,” she said softly. She reached her hand up to Greg’s cheek and the side of his neck, stroking him with feather light touches. Greg allowed his left hand to come upwards, eventually cupping one of her. They pulled up to a run-down duplex. No flowers. No bushes. The grass that wasn’t dead could use mowing. It definitely looked like a guy without a wife lived here. It looked like his coach lived there.Sue turned off the car and checked her make-up. “Once I walk up there, let me do the talking. OK?” With that, she reached down and pushed her large breasts together and then pulled the sides together to try to push them back in. A strapless dress, the bra was built in.“OK, you go up and knock,. Lost in her thoughts, she never sensed her husband behind her. She reached down and picked up her Jezebel costume, intending to throw it on the fire. A final ritualistic act to rid herself of her whore persona forever. She would become Christian’s dutiful wife and mother to his c***dren yet again. Her vows of monogamy restored and yesterdays’ adventures just a dream. Taking a deep breath she move the clothing towards the flames.“NO!”Leslie spun about when she heard Christian’s booming voice. .. don't you think 'rape' is a strong word?" The Queen replied in a soft, playful voice. "After all, I seem to recall you enjoying yourself VERY much." I... th-thats...!" Adam stammered, suddenly flushing red. His penis twitched slightly."You do not need to fret, my son!" The Queen smiled encouragingly. "There is nothing wrong with enjoying the pleasures your body offers you, especially when it means returning to your loving, true family." With another tweak of her nimble fingers, The Queen's.