The new soul invading the body had no reason to laugh either. His first time on this world had been bad and ended when someone slew him in a tavern br...wl. The second time on this world didn’t look any better. Thousands of corpses to choose on this battlefield, but he found himself possessing a mutilated carcass with a missing hand and a severed spine, unable to use the legs. It didn’t matter, legs or no legs, he knew where to go, even if he had to claw his way with his one hand to get there.. ”“I love you too and when you fucked me today, you nearly killed me with all the comes you gave me. I hope we never have to be away from each other, even for a day. I don’t think I could stand not seeing you, touching you and fucking you for even one day.”“I feel the same way. I hope this never changes between us.”“Mom was right though. You’ll meet someone special one day, and she will love you too.”“Then she will have to love you and Mom, the way we love each other, or she’ll get cut. The fact that she asked the question with the word "when" and not "if" told me she intended to continue. The fact that I had already formed an answer meant I wanted her to."No, keep them on. In fact make sure everyone sees them when you dance or perform on the beach – or fuck. Let them know you are a married slut. But they are also a reminder of us – a tie between us that no other lover will have with you." She glowed. "Thank you B!" I'm a 42 year old mother of two but with him I feel like a. The pace was unhurried, the paramours getting pleasant stimulation, taking their time to enjoy each tight drawn out stroke. Allen was less urgent following the hot-tub pressure release. Hilda interspersed Allen’s hip thrusts with sugar kisses. They exchanged cooed encouragements, nuzzled necks and nipped earlobes, brushed cheeks and eyelash flutters. Sometimes they rested, Allen confining Hilda beneath his full weight, inferring dominance in bed. Then Allen would brace up and stroke just a.