It was her girl friend and she said my wife was in her car drunk. This was odd since my wife never drank more than one drink. I went and tried to get ...er out of the car, but with no success. She was unable to talk, but was able to fight enough that I could not pull her out. Her friend then stated to let it go that she would take her to her house and try and sober her up. In the front seat of the car was a male that I later learned was a friend of my wife's. The girl friend of my wife took her. ” He looks surprised, but cautiously positive. “PRI? That’s great!” “In London.” His hold on my hand slackens, but does not let go. Patrick closes his eyes and takes a deep breath - remaining silent for longer than makes me comfortable. “That’s wonderful, sweetheart… Well deserved.” He looks down at our hands, his thumb idly rubs against my palm. “When?” My body becomes tingly and numb as our conversation continues. It feels both surreal and devastatingly real at the same time - like a dream. The dude left, and je just pounced on her. He grunted, humped and moaned. After he came, he kissed her goodnight. The next morning he was extra cuddly and she wondered why. She really enjoyed their date but she was sore. He was confused. He had gotten his best sex in a while and she seemingly forgot. She said that the new guy rammed and stretched her so much that her swollen pussy was numb. What about me? He wondered. She told him he could do anything he wanted, she was his wife. He told her he. Filling her with the exact same juice that created her. Seconds after the blinding sting of orgasm, Jack pulled up his palms while he was still oozing his child making juice into his child and set his elbows to either side of her. He rested his weight on them and exhaustedly looked down to Jessie. She struggled to regain a halfway normal breathing pattern. If you want any more special than that, Jack panted downwards, youll have to give me fifteen minutes. That was Really special! Thank you so.