I asked her to read it and think about me. When I came back, I met her in her house. She was alone. I asked her what she felt about the poem. She repl...ed that she is worried that her parents and brother will come to know about us. I knew I had her then. I hugged her and told her that I will take care of her. After this, we would meet on the terrace and I slowly gathered the courage to kiss her. We kissed for long hours but she did not allow anything more. This went on for 3-4 months. One day. .. forty-four ... and sixty-nine. There we are!" she exclaimed as she pushed the door open. Everyone pushed themselves forward through the door past Wilco and we found ourselves in a thin, sloped room with no door on the other side, involuntarily pushing against each other."What's the meaning of this, Wilco?" Mrs. Veetee asked angrily."I can't move!" Laitia yelled."One moment, everyone, I'm sure there's a way out of here," Wilco said as she pushed through."MPHFF KFFM FRMM!" Virana yelled from. 10, 2020✧ ✧ ✧RETIRED HUSBANDAfter I retired, my wife insisted that I accompany her on her trips to WalMart. Unfortunately, like most men; I found shopping boring and preferred to get in and get out. Equally unfortunate, my wife is like most women - she loves to browse. Yesterday my dear wife received the following letter, from the local WalMart:Dear Mrs. Xxxxxx:Over the past six months, your husband has caused quite a commotion, in our store. We cannot tolerate this behavior and have been. I groaned, watching Mother’s pelvic floor stretch to a tortuous cone about the exiting plug, feeling her heated kiss become more impassioned until the device plopped out of her, and she screamed her gratitude into my depths. Her asshole was gaping and exhausted, contracting to a loose hole that seemed to steam with her desire. I couldn’t resist. I licked down her slit, wrapped my lips around her uncoiled shithole, and sucked. Mother danced beneath me, moaning into my pussy, then returning the.