"Say rather that I want to rescue a soulfrom suffering through such persecution. I have never put much faith inthat particular belief. It seems to me ...hat those who advocate it moststrongly do so because their own behavior is often worse than that ofthe people they look down upon. Regardless, if you give him to me, mybody will make your baby my own in all ways and no one would dareaccuse me of being of 'inferior stock'. But, for the magic to work, youmust give him to me of your own free will.". Turning the page of the first section, Carrie found yet another surprise, stuck to the newspaper was a heart shaped, pink sticky note that read: May this be the first of many surprises, Happy Valentine’s Day. Carrie pulled the note off the paper and looked more closely at it, trying to figure out if she recognized the handwriting. She didn’t. She flipped quickly through the rest of the newspaper, checking for other sticky notes but didn’t find any. Still wondering who could be behind the rose. In a way, I guess you can say I “milk” my husband to keep him satisfied but receive a boyfriend’s “milk” in my pussy, to keep me satisfied.And I do it with the self-satisfied awareness that my husband’s waiting at home for me, knowing that as he dutifully, reverently keeps true to me I’m being anything but true to him. Because that’s the way it works in our marriage. While Hubby waits at home for me, aroused as he imagines what I’m doing, my chosen lover is having his way with me.He’s driving. His moustache tickled me and I squirmed as he kept burying it into my crack. It felt amazing, I had never had that done and I felt myself getting hard. Steven had reached around one of legs and gave my cock a few playful tugs. I was so turned on. I felt weak and alive at the same time. A few more minutes and Steven flipped me over and began giving me oral.I watched as he swallowed up every inch of my small cock. His moustache tickled me just under my bellybutton. I couldn't help myself and.