If you like them, feel free to drop me an email. Let me know what story you like best or lets chat sometime. For the past 12 years, one of my favorite...activities has always been fucking my wife. Of course, as with all things, work, normal day-to-day things and the addition of kids in to the mix means that activity gets put on the back burner often. This usually leaves me feeling horny for days or weeks at a time until my wife and I can find some free time or I find the time to take care of. His eyes rarely left her body and did not waver, even they met mine. Not only his eyes were directed at May, increasingly his conversation was too and his compliments, that became ever more personal. His questions to May had become ever quieter, drawing her closer, making them more inclusive and me more excluded. I was wracked with uncertainty, my emotions torn and confused. My instinct was to intervene, to force my way into the conversation and reclaim the girl I loved. Yet the sense of. Sitting here on our asses isn't going to get us answers. Working the farm or hunting or knitting or just fucking isn't going to get us any answers. Going to the western side of this region might just give us answers." Maybe," my mother interjected, coming over and refilling my coffee cup, "and maybe not. You don't know what you might find over on the other side of the valley. Those fires you saw might be from more of those great hulking creatures that eat people." Maybe," I admitted firmly,. Her mouth is dry.The fridge, door open, whirs into life as the cold continues to flood into the kitchen.He hadn’t been kind. His words had been murmured. Softly and with a level tone. Loaded with intent. His breath in her ear had occasionally overwhelmed her senses, and made her miss his instructions. The lightest of touches. Breath becoming air on her cheek, distracting her from the depravity of her situation. As he turned his fingers inside her, the pads of his tips enjoyed the change in.