She reached up her arms, wrapped them around his neckand drew him towards her for a long, sensuous kiss. Asthey broke away, Annette looked in his eyes...andwordlessly raised her behind off the cushion, signalinghim to remove the last of her bikini. As the bottomsslid past her thighs, I could sense the anticipation inthe air.I am quite certain that no disappointment was felt bythe when they finally saw her cunt. A tiny patch ofblonde hair topping naked, pink lips greeted theireyes. I have always. Cawood, May 14th. I can no longer call on the name of the Lord, for he has surely forsaken us. What dire sin we have committed I know not, but we are cast into the darkness of hell, where there is weeping and gnashing of teeth. The priest has fled, and the village is strangely silent, no sound of good wives gossiping at their doors, or the happy laughter of children playing. I awoke two days ago to find my dear wife dead on the floor, lying in a pool of her own vomit and blood. The stench was. But I forgot the machine running on. The problem was that this laptop had a screensaver containing a collection of Anita’s naughty photos…I looked at the guy from upstairs and saw he was watching one by one my sexy wife’s photos, as he was rubbing his growing cock through his working pants. Poor Matt was whispering dirty comments for himself.I listened intently trying to guess what photo was being shown. He commented softly he would like to get his cock in there…I went downstairs and he looked. Her parents were upper middle class and that seemed to be important to her. There would be no such problem with this marriage.My father fell in love with Catherine almost immediately. It wasn't just that she was a beautiful woman but it was confirmed when we teed off the next day and he saw her first drive. Mom and I had a good laugh about it. He was hooked and watched her play with his mouth open in awe. Catherine played her role to the hilt, alternately teasing him and helping him with his.