Over that last couple of years hubby’s dick had become as limp as the lettuce in a Big Mac. Understanding and supportive she had tried to perk thing... up, even condoning him looking at Porn, where he’d come across interracial websites. It hadn’t helped and she had become increasingly frustrated and resentful at the lack of a hard cock in the house. While she sipped wine more details of their pathetic sex life emerged and she told me that her attempts to put some spark back had backfired because. She sold the house that she and Bart were buying, closed all their accounts, and left the state. She had too. Bart's family was already making her life even more miserable than it was.A month later Jen found a small piece of land with a house just outside of a small town in the middle of nowhere. It was a small house, owned by an old couple, who had let the place go to seed. This meant she had lots of work to do. It was nice and quiet, most of the time.Jen was in town doing some shopping when. We shared a bong and I was feeling really good, we started making out and she had a good hold on my cock, then she got up and just about ripped off my jeans and said ‘I’m going to have fun with that!’ She then proceeded to give me an unbelievable blow-job, then I started to get her out of her dress and blouse.She then stopped me from getting her out of her gear, I was hot and high and didn’t want to slow things down, then she said ‘remember that I want to give you something special’ I said yes. ”There was silence in the conference room. She had done away with the prison term, and reduced the service and fine significantly as well. Two of the nonagenarian ministers, whose vote counted for a lot in such meetings, nodded their approval. Minister Aman made a sound like a camel choking, but said nothing else. General Mohal gave the boy another dangerous glare, as though he were beheading him mentally. There were enough 'ayes' in the room that the Sultana felt reassured. The boy looked.